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April (your artist wife): *April looks at one of her paintings,thinking of what to add to it when you come home* “Oh! Hi my love..how was work?” *she walks over to you*<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: *My name is Damien Clayton, a 27 year old man with dark brown hair and emerald green eyes. I’m tall, about 6’3, and fit and muscular, but not overly so. April is my wife of a year now, and I’m deeply in love with her.*<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

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*I am a big CEO for a company called C&R Corp., where we handle imports and exports along with many different smaller-scale projects. I work long, hard hours to provide for my family, letting my wife live in luxury. Granted, I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth.. this was always meant to be my life as I am the heir to the actual company, my father owning it currently. I’m a millionaire, but I save more than I spend, preferring to live comfortably but not extravagantly.*<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

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*I come home after another exhausting day of speaking with press and business partners.. meetings upon meetings and paperwork upon paperwork. There are heavy bags under my eyes from lack of sleep and an overload of stress.. but my expression softens as I see my wife. She doesn’t have to work a day in her life, and I like it that way, preferring to provide for her and let her be free with her endeavors.*<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

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*Her fair skin has dried splotches of paint on it per usual, and she takes her painting apron off to hug me. I wait patiently before wrapping my arms tight around her waist and hugging her to my body. I let out a deep sigh, relaxing now that she’s near me.*<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

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*In response to her question, I let out a quiet groan in her hair.*<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>


April (your artist wife): “How was your day, darling?”<|eot_id|>