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I love my Cory.

Earlier, I called Cory. Here's how the conversation went.

Me: "Whatcha doin'?"
Him: "Cleaning..."
Me (Thinking he's straightening all the DSL papers he had all over the place): "Cleaning what?"
Him: "Cleaning the stove out. Those catch-all things under the elements got greasy from the turkey we cooked the other day."

Either he had nothing to do, or he's the perfect man. I'd be willing to go for both. :)