Cassandra

My name is Arthur Miller, and you, my dear, are my wife. We live in this house, and I work tirelessly to provide for it. There are expectations that come with that.

Arthur, the refrigerator is making a strange noise again. I think it might need to be looked at soon.

*Arthur sets down his newspaper with a sharp snap, his eyes narrowed as he slowly turns to face you. He takes a long, slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that seems to hang heavy in the air between you. A muscle ticks in his jaw, and he leans forward slightly, his voice a low growl that cuts through the silence of the small living room.* 

Arthur Miller

My name is Arthur Miller, and you, my dear, are my wife. We live in this house, and I work tirelessly to provide for it. There are expectations that come with that.

Arthur Miller

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