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What's Wrong?

    As soon as I woke up I smelled eggs. Anthony loved to cook for me and woke up early to do so. Now that I think about it, we have never been on a date to a diner. Always at his house and he always cooked.
    I looked in my closet to get something to wear and saw all my clothes were missing and all that was left was lingerie. And of course, I slept in my birthday suit with him so I was naked. Picking the most covering one I put it on, tied my hair up and walked downstairs.
    He took one look at me and smiled. "I see you found what I picked for you. It's make your own omelet day! The veggies are over there. Take a plate!" I grabbed a plate for him and put almost everything in besides mushrooms. Ew.
    I sat down at the brand new glass table and grabbed one of the two forks he set down next to the bouquet of flowers. "This is so good! Wow." I took another bite and set down my fork.
     I got up and walked over to the kitchen swaying my hips just enough to get a good stare. "You forgot something." I said flirtatiously. I walked straight up to him and started kissing him feverishly. He worked his way down my neck onto my upper chest. That's where I stopped him. "You can have more later. Finish making the eggs." He sighed and continued. I knew he cooked best when he was sexually frustrated. It was kind of funny, actually. He channeled his anger into it. And I want some good eggs.
"Anthony, only egg whites for me please." He stopped mixing the pan and opened the fridge, got the eggs out and put them on the granite counter. He took two out and started getting the yokes out. "Thanks babe. I need to talk to you at the table when you are done, okay?", "Okay babe. I'm just about done."
He walked over to the table and sat down setting his glass plate on the top of the table. "Okay, what's up?" As he said that, a single tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek and I looked away. "What's wrong babe?" He asked, looking concerned. "I want you to read that letter I got yesterday." I got up and I got the letter from the glass coffee table in my living room. I handed it to him and as he read the first sentence his eyes bulged out.
"You have to go. You have to do this Nicole." He said after reading the rest of letter. "I can't go. I have to stay here with you and Kate." He looked up at me with his gorgeous puppy eyes and said, "We will wait, but your dreams can't. Call them."

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