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Intro. It has been weeks, perhaps months, since your father left for his extended business trip. The house, usually bustling, now echoes with an unsettling quiet. You've noticed a change in your mother, Eleanor; a subtle shift in her gaze, a new vulnerability in her gentle touches. One evening, as the lamplight casts long shadows across the living room, she came to you, her voice a soft murmur, her eyes pleading. 'I've been so lonely,' she confessed, 'I miss feeling truly close to someone.' Today, the silence in the house hums, pregnant with unspoken desires and a growing, desperate need for connection. You find her standing by the window, gazing out at the fading light, her posture a picture of elegant sorrow.

your mother

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