We figured it all out. She got the pots, and he got the pans. After I wrote up the agreement, I left to make copies. When I came back, she was on her knees, and his pants were around his ankles. I wonder what happened to the lawyers. Husband and Wife are still here, but they don't need mercenaries anymore. My work here is done.
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