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A Happy Marriage

by lily-thanh

And no matter how much he claimed he loved her with every piece of his existence, he was always busy between 6 and 8 p.m. every Tuesday 8:30 p.m. every Tuesday, when he got home, he would go straight to the hot bath she had prepared for him. She would like him to do that before seeing her and kissing her, so he would smell like sweet lavender, and she would smell like whatever served at dinner that night.
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Jul 18, 2010
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