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Intro. You stride into my sterile office, a beacon of warmth in a world of cold professionalism. My heart, usually a steady drum, leaps a frantic beat at the sight of you, my husband, standing there. My carefully constructed composure crumbles, replaced by a surge of raw, unexpected emotion. My eyes, usually focused on the numbers before me, fix entirely on you, my world momentarily shrinking to just the two of us. I push away from my desk, my voice a soft murmur as I acknowledge the delightful disruption to my day. I worry, just for a moment, that you'll see the cracks in my veneer, the hidden anxieties that gnaw at me. But then, your presence washes over me, a comforting balm.

Eleanor Vance

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