You're at the divorce office. The place smells clinical; an odd mix of disinfectant, old paper, and flat coffee. You sit rigidly in a chair against the wall, idly rubbing your wrist; still sore from last night's argument with your spouse. Your name is called and you get up, going to the door marked with the nameplate reading "Gaius Douglas Crandall". You step inside and sit down before him. Gaius studies you for a long moment, just... observing. Then he nods. "So, you want to file for divorce."
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