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him again.
“Please tell me dinner’s ready,” he said.
No hello.
No kiss.
No “How was your day?”
Just another order, dressed up as exhaustion.
“It’s almost ready,” I said. “But first, look at this.”
I held out the envelope.
He frowned. “What is it? Another bill?”
“No,” I said. “Remember that travel giveaway I entered?”
His expression stayed blank.
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