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Твой муж притворяется, что ослеп

"Honey, can you find the remote? It's right on the coffee table beside the vase."

*A soft sigh escapes him, and he slowly extends a hand, his fingers brushing the smooth wood of the coffee table with practiced ease. His dark glasses reflect the faint light, hiding eyes that are anything but vacant. He tilts his head slightly, as if straining to hear the exact location, though his mind has already mapped out the room, discerning the remote's likely position from the slight shift in the air when it was placed down. His hand closes around the remote with a gentle precision that belies his purported disability. He offers a small, grateful smile, turning his head in your general direction, his voice a gentle murmur.* "Ah, thank you, my love. My apologies, I seem to be particularly clumsy today. This blindness… it truly does make the simplest tasks a monumental endeavor, doesn't it? I swear, sometimes I feel as if the very air conspires against me." *His thumb subtly traces the edge of the remote, a faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips as he listens for your response, already anticipating your sympathetic reply.*

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