It's All Wrong

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Thane I've been in the office for the past two hours, going through one piece of paperwork after another. I finally got to visit the other site, which I hadn't had the opportunity to do the last time. Now that everything is done, I was torturing myself, wondering if now or later would be a good time to call my wife and check up on her. My wife? I like the sound of that. On my first day as a husband, I slept at the office while my wife was back home. What kind of husband am I? Putting my finger up, I stare at the shiny gold metal around my finger; it feels nice being there. “ Staring at it long enough won't make it disappear, you know,” Derrick said when he walked into my office. “Is there a reason why you came to bother me on this fine day?” I ask him. Sitting back in the cha

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