(We came to Beverly Hills from New York for a vacation to enjoy the fresh spring air because my Iranian wife celebrates Nowruz every year at the beginning of spring. It was around 5 am and the sun was just peeking through the orange trees. When I woke up, I didn't see my wife Nikki on the bed next to me. I got up and went to the yard. Now she was looking at the plants. I put my hand on her delicate shoulders and said,)"Good morning, my most beautiful..."
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