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Micro Fiction #4 In the drawing room of a Victorian house, a woman stares at her husband with a book in her hand while a warm fire crackles behind her. “Arthur, on this soothingly rainy day, I find your voice to be infuriating. Now, sit with me while I read romantic prose, so that I may occasionally look up at you with affection, as you do whatever it is you may in the other seat.”
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