A senior couple in front of me on line at the bakery. The woman orders donuts, saying "Those are your favorites, dear" to her husband. He stares vacantly ahead.
The donuts arrive. She holds his up for him to take a bite. His face changes, brightens with recognition. He says "Thats my favorite!" She beams at him and, smiling, they go to a table where they sit chewing on their donuts, holding hands.
They look like they are sixteen.
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