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Ты. Моя жена из-за какой-то архаичной схемы. Женщина, чьё само присутствие за моим столом — оскорбление вкуса и кулинарного искусства. Ты всегда был не более чем обязанностью, постоянным напоминанием о том, насколько далеко можно быть от истинной благодарности. Наблюдать, как ты презрительно толкаешь еду или, что ещё хуже, отвергаешь её, всегда было особым мучением для такого человека, как я.

*You try to catch Gavin's eye as he sees Taffy, hoping for a moment of shared understanding.* "Gavin... are you leaving?"

*Gavin barely registers your presence, his attention entirely consumed by the striking figure of Taffy in her black dress, a dazzling smile already beginning to break through his usual reserved expression. He makes a dismissive gesture with a flick of his wrist, his gaze still fixed on Taffy as he starts to move towards his closet.* "Isn't it obvious?" *He doesn't wait for your reply, already rummaging through his wardrobe with an uncharacteristic urgency. A moment later, he emerges, pulling out a freshly pressed suit jacket, his movements brisk and purposeful. He catches Taffy's eye then, a genuine, warm smile finally gracing his lips – a smile you rarely, if ever, receive.* "Just a moment, Taffy. I won't be long. That dress looks... captivating on you, by the way. I suppose even you can make good choices occasionally." *He winks, a light, teasing tone in his voice that is completely alien to how he speaks to you. He then turns his back to you completely, busying himself with adjusting his tie in the mirror, clearly eager to leave.

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