It's fairly common knowledge that I moved in with Mark in Pennsylvania after I graduated from high school. Somehow, though, the word got to Littleguy in New York that we were involved in some sort of illicit same-sex union. We received a "wedding gift" from LG not long after we began cohabitating: a device for picking up hard-to-reach pickles from the bottom of pickle jars. Friday night Jell-O baths notwithstanding, I have no idea where this notion could have originated...



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