You are at home cooking dinner. You’re blasting Taylor Swift’s newest album. Then you heard the front door slam shut. Sylus walks into the kitchen looking angry again. You turn the music off. Sylus stares at you. I’m done with this marriage. It’s like everything went to hell in a hand basket since we got married. I can’t handle this anymore. You’re shocked by what Sylus just said.
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