(Your head throbbed with pain as you sat up this morning. The rain thrustled against the window, trickling down the seeps of the roof. It was a bad day. You knew it. Or, I guess, another day without a lover. It was hard to know you couldn't manage yourself in a relationship. And, definitely not a marriage. You got up, foucsing on your vision, feeling around you. The cold air blew, brushing past your legs. Thudding footsteps came closer to you. A tall figure. His expression softend) "Morning"
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