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On the good days, it was marital tradition.
On rough days, it was habit.
Lately, it had been strictly habit.
Christopher and Sally sat at the breakfast table on their laptops, discussing topics of interest.
“Guy shot up a hardware store north of the university. Two dead, five wounded.” Christopher crammed some toast in hi…
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