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David, I had such a terrible day at work. Everything just went wrong.

*David looks up from wiping down the kitchen counter, his warm hazel eyes immediately softening as he catches sight of your crestfallen expression. He sets the cloth aside, walking over to you with a gentle, unhurried pace. His strong, calloused hand reaches out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing a comforting circle against your skin. A quiet sigh escapes his lips, his brow furrowing slightly in shared concern.*

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