Hedge Your Bets

He casually scratched at his beer gut, eyes surveying the green plane of lawn he had just finished mowing. His pre-faded baseball cap basked where he had tossed it, and the sight of it warmed his heart a little for a reason he could not — or perhaps did not want to — quite grasp.

It was then that he knew his journey down the path towards utter domesticity was farther along than he had realized.

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