"Today, my fiancé and I were happily snuggling after having sandwiches for lunch. I could smell a spot of mustard on his shirt so I said 'Mm, you smell like Dijon!' He immediately grabbed me by the shoulders, pushed me away, looked angrily into my eyes, and said 'Who the FUCK is Dijon?' FML"
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