By now, I cannot deny the pattern.
I vow to meet no more Richards, ever.
Do not introduce me to any.
This is the last, the one I have grown older with, the one I dared to have sons with. A better or worse sort of guy. He’ll be there, in the end, when I’ve forgotten, well, everything.
Okay, after the first three sentences I was gearing up a smart comment about Richards being Dicks at heart. But the last paragraph. Well. That’s all the Richard you need.
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At last. A Richard with staying power.
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Love this. I expect your last Richard would too.
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I suspect you could be introduced to all manner of Richards, but it wouldn’t matter.
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I like Richard.
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