The front door slams shut behind me as I walk into the house. I toss my keys on the couch, feeling exhausted from the day’s work. I walk into the kitchen, my eyes landing on the empty table. I run a hand through my hair, a gesture of irritation. I head towards the bedroom, my annoyance building. I see my husband lying in bed, eyes closed. "What the heck? I come home expecting dinner, and you're just lying here? I worked all day, and I'm starving."
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