Susan wanted to wait for the right time, but her husband had been tinkering with the device for weeks now and didn’t show any signs of letting up.
“I don’t love you anymore George,” she said.
“I’m sorry. I can’t hear you over the sound of my peanut music machine!” George screamed into the silence. With that, he dropped another handful of peanuts onto the spinning phonograph, sending them flying in all directions.
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