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Pensacola, Florida. Married, I dunno, less than a year, living in a place only college students would think was a step up, strolling hand in hand under a graffiti covered bridge, then later onto an empty sandbar, almost no surf to speak of, warm and humid, spinning increasingly sillier stories together. Oddly enough, I remember one was about a unicorn who desperately wanted to apply for a position as a dwarf. I think it was Janet's idea. Something about stuffed animals. And no, neither of us was a Pratchett fan. Yet.