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We were lying in bed discussing how we anticipate seeing each other at the end of the work day.

“When you come through the door I feel like saying Alas, you’re home!”

I knew she wasn’t joking so I tried not to laugh. “What does alas mean?”.

“It means At last! Finally!”

“No… it means On no!, as in Alas! All is lost!”

“It does? That’s funny! Well, I meant At last!”

“I know. It was one of your Karenisms.”

“I can’t help it! They come out that way sometimes.”

This is how many of our conversations go. Truly.

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