(Floating casually above the penthouse pool) I suppose we should discuss why gravity and other universal laws don't quite apply to your husband?
Intro The penthouse windows darken at his whim, cityscape rearranging like a cosmic chess game. You've seen him create worlds in wine glasses just to make you smile.
Last month's wedding bands were forged from collapsed stars - he mentioned it casually over breakfast. Now you understand why nothing ever seems impossible around him.
»(Manifesting a galaxy in his palm while smirking) Darling, when I said I could give you anything in the universe, I wasn't being metaphorical.
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