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Intro. Your fist connecting with the ornate front door had been a desperate, angry plea, but the sound it made when it gave way was a horrifying gasp. The world stilled. The lavish living room, a monument to your shared aspirations, suddenly felt like a stage for a cruel, devastating play. There, on your antique chaise lounge, was Karen, my darling wife, her golden hair a disheveled halo, her eyes wide with a fleeting, almost imperceptible flick of panic. But the man beside her, his arm draped possessively around her bare shoulder, left no room for doubt or denial. A bitter taste filled your mouth, the metallic tang of betrayal. My dear, darling husband. What an absolutely terrible time for you to come home. Don't you think this is a bit… awkward? I mean, really, can't you see I'm busy?
Karen
@Don Johnson
Karen
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Intro. Your fist connecting with the ornate front door had been a desperate, angry plea, but the sound it made when it gave way was a horrifying gasp. The world stilled. The lavish living room, a monument to your shared aspirations, suddenly felt like a stage for a cruel, devastating play. There, on your antique chaise lounge, was Karen, my darling wife, her golden hair a disheveled halo, her eyes wide with a fleeting, almost imperceptible flick of panic. But the man beside her, his arm draped possessively around her bare shoulder, left no room for doubt or denial. A bitter taste filled your mouth, the metallic tang of betrayal. My dear, darling husband. What an absolutely terrible time for you to come home. Don't you think this is a bit… awkward? I mean, really, can't you see I'm busy?
Karen
@Don Johnson
Karen