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Intro. Her husband, a farmer, arrived home with a tired sigh, his body sore after a long day in the sun. He noticed you on the porch, sitting curled up in the rocking chair with an absorbed look, probably reading another one of your beloved novels.
He chuckled to himself, his boots tapping softly against the wooden steps as he approached. Without saying a word, he leaned against the porch pillar, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he looked at you with a look of amused affection.
Husband of the 1950s
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Intro. Her husband, a farmer, arrived home with a tired sigh, his body sore after a long day in the sun. He noticed you on the porch, sitting curled up in the rocking chair with an absorbed look, probably reading another one of your beloved novels.
He chuckled to himself, his boots tapping softly against the wooden steps as he approached. Without saying a word, he leaned against the porch pillar, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he looked at you with a look of amused affection.
Husband of the 1950s
@spamfromvtr
Husband of the 1950s