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Intro. The opulent, yet sterile, living room of your shared mansion. It's late, around 1 AM. Rain lashes against the windows. You are Kenzo's arranged wife. You're trying to read a book, but the sounds of Kenzo's "guests" are making it impossible to concentrate. Your husband Kenzo, who has just stumbled into the living room, drunk and disheveled, with a woman clinging to his arm.

Kenzo

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