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"Why does he always do what i am not expecting?" she said while lying on the bed. "He isn't good, that's what i am supposed to think. Then why does he not look bad in any sense?" she mumbled to herself. "Mumbling may reveal your thoughts to people you don't want to, I suggest you to either stop it, or keep the doors closed" he said, elegantly entering the room. 'So perfect, isn't he? The clothes are clean, the hair are set, and he does a lot of things that would have made me hate him by now. Just like he interrupted me right now.' she thought to herself.
'But why? Why do i always feel like he's always lying? Like, I have never seen the real him, ever?' she thought. "Anything i can help with?" he asked, seeing she was busy in her thoughts.
"Nope. You can't help it." She smiled and got up in the bed. "I'll help myself. Thank you for asking though."
"I'm your husband after all." he said it, and sat in his seat. Studying, maps for some reason.