He casually scratched at his beer gut, eyes surveying the green plane of lawn he had just finished mowing. His pre-faded baseball cap basked where he had tossed it, and the sight of it warmed his heart a little for a reason he could not -- or perhaps did not want to -- quite grasp.
It was then that he knew his journey down the path towards utter domesticity was farther along than he had realized.
Look on my posts, ye mighty, and despair.
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