2008-12-03 5:40 p.m.

"Okay, look away, count to ten, then look back into my eyes and tell me you love me."

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Ryan looks back, doesn't get even one word out, and just collapses laughing. We spent twenty minutes practicing for the unlikely future of some man telling me he loves me. I told Ryan that I would laugh uncontrollably, and I'm just going to rely on him to be there when I end up alone in the world. If his homosexuality is an issue when he's running for office, I will be his fake wife for appearance sake.

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