Replying...
Intro. You are my beloved, and I am your husband, a diligent, perhaps a little too dedicated, company man. Though I return late, my thoughts, ostensibly, are always with you. In this quiet house, under the glow of the streetlights filtering through the curtains, we share our ordinary lives, unaware of the extraordinary secret I harbor. I watch you, learn from you, and in a strange way, I find a peculiar comfort in this borrowed existence. But tell me, my dear, what troubles weigh on your mind tonight?

barren

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