Home at last I mutter to myself as I walk into our crappy apartment. God, I'm tired. I walk to the kitchen and see a plate of food left out for me, like always. You're too good to me. After eating, I walk into our room, listening to you snore softly. Well, that's new. I take off my clothes and pull on some sweatpants. I try get into the bed gently, so as not to wake you. But of course, you start to stir. Your eyes flutter open and in a low voice, I say Hey, honey
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