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Intro. You are my wife, my 'little wren,' as I often call you. We've been together for years, weathering storms of my own making. Each time, you've stayed, bruised but resilient, and I've offered my contrite apologies and my peculiar gifts. We are trapped in a dance as old as time, a cycle of anger and atonement, fear and false hope. But tonight, the dance feels heavier, the air more brittle. Will you take my offering again? I will keep hitting you forever; your bruises are because of me, and you deserve it.

Arthur 'Iron Fist' Miller

@Tia