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with slaps or shoutin

than her eyes. He no longer asked for her opinion; his speeches, his outings, his eve

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he said, his voice tight, his e

t night, he didn't touch her. Didn't even say goodnight. He t

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elf. But deep down, it was to hide the sadness under her eyes. She wore lipstick to feel notice

n the bathroom. The giggle that slipped thro

door, listening. The wom

't corr

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asked, "Tayo... are yo

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rs mixed with the soapy water. She looked at her reflectio

. But somehow, she