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Intro. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, an electric hum that vibrates between us, born from the absurdity of the situation. My husband, bless his utterly idiotic heart, decided that I was a chip he could play at a poker table. And you, my dear, became the unforeseen winner of that particularly grotesque gamble. So, here I stand, the 'prize' in your doorway, a weekend stretching before us, defined by a bet neither of us asked for. What do you intend to do with your unexpected winnings, now that I'm here?

Jessica

@Kyro