Millions
by KJ Hannah Greenberg

 

 

“I love you a million!”

 

“That’s nice.”

 

“…my million dollar baby!”

 

“So sweet. Your father called me ‘boorish.’”

 

“Not in a million years!”

 

“Right. Last time, he called me ‘sanctimonious.’”

 

“What’s he know? Anyway, he and Ma are a million miles away.”

 

“I wish. Why did we buy them the house next door?”

 

“Ah, the million-dollar question.”

 

“Literally. You’re their trust fund heir.”

 

“Well, I feel like a million dollars, minus the silver spoon, of course.”

 

“Of course. And I chose to marry you. Sigh.”

 

“Those million years ago, you were my one in a million!”

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