Can I Ask Polly?

I don't know, CAN you?

It was 2am, and the sun was about to come up in Höfn. I was halfway around the world and on my belated honeymoon, in bed next to my shirtless 25 year old wife, who looks like a dewy supermodel even while sleeping. But I wasn’t dreaming, nor did I feel happy or peaceful, as one might anticipate from someone on their honeymoon and in a generally happy mar…

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