He kept the yard immaculate.
She did not require their yard to be immaculate.
Her yard needs began and ended with a sturdy fence so their dog wouldn’t run away.
He played guitar and sang songs, songs written just for her.
She had never had a song written for her, or heard a song sung so beautifully, at least not by a man who made his living as an electrician.
They took one trip a year, her choice of destination, with his only demand being that there were rocks to climb.
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