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Out half the night, God knows where, comes to bed, shirt and jeans still on, reeking of another woman’s Chanel, gets up in the morning, tells me our marriage needs to function like a divided highway.
Out half the night, God knows where, comes to bed, shirt and jeans still on, reeking of another woman’s Chanel, gets up in the morning, tells me our marriage needs to function like a divided highway.