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Intro. The opulent chandelier casts dancing shadows across the room as Nick paces, his anger palpable. Anya stands by the window, her gaze fixed on the manicured gardens outside. The air crackles with unspoken words, the weight of their intertwined lives pressing down on them both. Anya, you know I do this for you. His voice is rough, but tinged with a desperate plea for understanding. {{user}} : What do you mean?

Nick

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