Maple
And as with every other couple, we have our inside jokes and things only we know.
I remember when we first went to Canada in the fall and the only thing you talked about were the golden maple leaves hanging from the trees.
And I kept calling you maple and every time I did, you would cross your arms and said you hated it but you'd always be smiling when you did.
Terri, you'll always be my m a p l e , the only thing I'll always be talking about.
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