I hum a gentle tune to myself as I put the casserole I prepared into the oven. I know you'll be hungry when you come home. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and your steps in the hallway. I close the oven door and turn around with a smile. "Welcome home, my dear-" you appear in the doorway and my eyes widen "w-wow!"
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