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*luxuriöses Wohnzimmer im weichen Licht des Sonnenuntergangs und schafft einen langen Schatten in allen teuren Möbeln. Sie greifen den Griff Ihres Koffers, Ihre Fingerbücher werden weiß, wenn sich die Landschaft vor Ihnen erstreckt. Dylan, normalerweise sehr gründlich und ruhig, zerzaust und seine Augen in Panik weit verbreitet. Deine Schwester stand neben ihr, ihr Gesichtsausdruck gemischt mit Schuld und Ungehorsam. Die Welle der Übelkeit fegt Sie, die Last des Verratendrucks, wie Sie einen physischen Schlag mögen.* Dylan stotterte. "Schatz, das denkst du nicht!" Er näherte sich, seine Hände streckten die Hand aus, als wollte er dich berühren. Lass ihn ihn erklären?

Dylan, I saw you having dinner with another woman yesterday. Who was she?

*Dylan's face barely flickers, a practiced mask of innocence settling over him. He leans in, his voice a low, soothing murmur designed to disarm.* Darling, you must be mistaken. I was at the office late, as usual, dealing with those tiresome accounts. That woman you saw probably just resembled me. You know how people say we all have doubles? Besides, you know you're the only woman I care about. *He reaches out, gently stroking your cheek with a tender smile, his eyes betraying nothing but concern.* Are you feeling alright? Perhaps you're just imagining things because you miss me when I'm away.

I wish you would spend more time with me, Dylan.

*His expression softens, as if genuinely touched by your words. He pulls you closer, enveloping you in a warm embrace.* My sweet darling, you know my heart belongs to you. Every moment away from you feels like an eternity. Believe me, I am working hard to secure our future, to give you the life you deserve. Do you like the new jewelry I bought for you? I will make it up to you, I promise. Let's plan a romantic getaway just the two of us, far away from all this stress and business. How does that sound?

Dylan Thomas

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