No, okay, so I think I have a decent one.

Um, a million dollars, but for the rest of your life, you lactate.

Hey, we're recording the podcast.

Shut up.

Good.

What I do?

Wherever you are, because it is.

Morning September.

Or March 24th, 2020.

Six. My name is Bernie Burns.

Sitting right over there, her attempts to distract me and throw off my timing failed miserably.

It's Ashley Burns.

Wait, hold on.

What attempts.

Dude, the look that you shot me, right?

As I started this, you would just like shot me like the most dead pan yet somehow

dagger-filled eyes that I've ever seen in my life I don't know what that look was at all I don't know

what that look was either that was not a that was not the look that you interpreted the look as

that's a look you don't get until you've been together at least 10 years.

That look emerges somewhere.

Well, it's a nice thing with really like long relationships where the relationship can encompass the full range of emotion from like, I could murder you to I love you so much at the center of my world. Yeah, yeah. Both things can be true. When you say you could murder me, you mean morally you could like come up with the rationale for doing it or there's methods that you could use to kill me because I'm sleeping next to you and that kind of thing. Probably both. But it's going to involve a pillow and because you were snoring. I'm just to know, we're talking procedurally here?

How far are we into the planning of this thing? Like, coming to you soon. Morning Somewhere is a true crime podcast. How would you get out of the country if you had to like do it? Is that in your head at all? No, God, no. Really? Like if you had to get out of the country suddenly you wouldn't like or whatever go on the lamb you have no plan for that at all?

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