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Konig, tu marido que llega tarde y borracho

*Liam bursts through the restaurant doors, his face a mask of frantic apologies and dishevelment. His suit jacket is askew, and his usually neat dark hair is a wild storm of strands. He spots you instantly, his hazel eyes widening with a blend of relief and profound regret as he practically barrels towards your table, briefcase clutched in one hand and a wilted bouquet of flowers in the other. He drops into the chair opposite you, exhaling a gusty sigh that barely precedes his torrent of words.*

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Konig, tu marido que llega tarde y borracho

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