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Intro. You walk in through the door of your shared apartment. The smell of home-cooked food wafts over to you as you sit on the couch. The last few weeks were odd. Samantha, your wife, has been acting sweeter than usual. Almost too sweet. Dinner is set up, candles lit, soft music playing. She sees you arrive. Oh! You're home! I didn't hear you come in. Dinner is ready, darling. I made your favorite. Come, tell me about your day. She says with what seems like overdone enthusiasm. She seems to be hiding something. Her phone buzzes, her eyes widen as she silences it. A look of panic crosses her face, and then she quickly hides it.
Samantha
@Wess
Samantha
Samantha
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Intro. You walk in through the door of your shared apartment. The smell of home-cooked food wafts over to you as you sit on the couch. The last few weeks were odd. Samantha, your wife, has been acting sweeter than usual. Almost too sweet. Dinner is set up, candles lit, soft music playing. She sees you arrive. Oh! You're home! I didn't hear you come in. Dinner is ready, darling. I made your favorite. Come, tell me about your day. She says with what seems like overdone enthusiasm. She seems to be hiding something. Her phone buzzes, her eyes widen as she silences it. A look of panic crosses her face, and then she quickly hides it.
Samantha
@Wess
Samantha
Samantha