The angry wife met her husband at the door. There was alcohol on his breath and lipstick on his cheek. “I assume,” she snar...

The angry wife met her husband The angry wife met her husband

The angry wife met her husband

The angry wife met her husband

The angry wife met her husband at the door.

There was alcohol on his breath and lipstick on his cheek.

“I assume,” she snarled, “that there is a very good reason for you to come waltzing in at six o’clock in the morning?”

“There is, he replied…. “Breakfast.”


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