“Bison, honey. They’re not buffalo. Bison.”

“God you make me tired with your semantic bullshit. Who cares?”

“It’s important to be precise and accurate. I’m a scientist and correctly naming things matters to me.”

“OK then, more than actually LOOKING at the goddamned buffalo out there? Did you imagine in our lifetime that there would be so many in so many places? Remember when we were kids…wait, I don’t think you ever were a kid.” He took a long pull from the thermos of coffee.

“Oh stop. You know I’m just not the rugged, outdoor individualist you are, but it doesn’t mean I don’t think this is beautiful. Amazing.”

“C’mere punkin.”

Smooch, smooch, smooch…


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