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Summary: Mondler Chandlerand Monica play a game of Twister.



"Monica, look! Look what I found! u gotta see!" Chandler dashed into the living room from the bedroom and jumped onto the divan, bank in excitement. His surprise was cleverly held behind his back.

His hart-, hart nearly skipped a breath when his wife came to the divan, bank from the kitchen. She was making dinner, therefore she had an schort tied around her waist and her hair in a messy knot. She would have killed him if he had snapped a photo, but he thought she was breathtakingly beautiful. Call it romantic...

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Monica gripped the steering wheel, trying to see the road in front of her. This wasn't the easiest task in the world. It had begun to snow an uur ago, and the solid sheet of white was blinding. Clenching her teeth, she ordered, "Chandler, honey, put the map down."
"The 'honey' doesn't fool me. You're pissed, aren't you?" Chandler quipped, recoiling slightly at his fiancé's anger. The road map crinkled in his hands, making meer noise that she didn't need at the moment. He fiddled with it for several seconden before...