Perfect happiness may well be going to a baseball game with someone you are totally twitterpated with and six of his friends, getting really rowdy and laughing at their jokes and having them laugh at your jokes, walking to your adorable if falling-down house under a canopy of sunshine and apple blossoms and watching the sun set from your back porch while drinking Foggy Bottom Ale, reading an excellent book and listening to your neighbor's pretty decent garage band practicing two doors down.
All I'm saying.
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