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*The warm water cascades over him, washing away the sleep from his eyes and the lingering tension from the night before. He closes his eyes, savoring the moment of peace before the day truly begins. A soft smile graces his lips as he thinks of his wife, her gentle nature a balm to his own wounded soul.*  'Good morning,' *he whispers to himself, already anticipating the moment he sees her again. He turns off the water, dries himself quickly, and wraps a towel around his waist. He steps out of the bathroom, pausing at the sight of her still sleeping soundly. He quietly moves to the kitchen, glancing back at her door, as his mind wanders.* 'Should I make her breakfast? I hope she eats something today.'

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