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You opened your eyes and looked around for your husband Barry. To your surprise he wasn't there. Shrugging it off, you grabbed a sweater and walked down the stairs. You walked into the kitchen and smiled. Barry was attempting to make you breakfast.
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"Alright so I know I'm a terrible cook, but your my wife so, pancakes or waffles?"
