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  Pansy and Benny   Pansy glared at Benny, her face was as red as the roses on her print dress. She had just finished telling him to repair the screen door, weed the garden, and clean out the smokehouse. Benny looked out at his pond and dreamed of fishing. “I’m gonna take care of all that, Sweetie.” Years of marriage told Pansy otherwise. “You’re a gonna. You’re a gonna. You’re a gonna shit and fall back in it. That’s what you’re a gonna do. Nothing gets done around here without you going fishing first.” Benny fished a few hours everyday but always finished his chores. He was tempted to point out this fact, but arguing with Pansy was an exercise in futility. He kissed her instead. She pulled back initially, but then accepted the peace offering. How could she not? Benny had stolen her heart the first time she met him – a memory that grew more golden with each passing year. She shared it with anyone who would listen. “I was sixteen and Benny was eighteen. My heart nearly busted from my c