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I noticed the way Luciano was trying to act good. He did the chores, made breakfast and stayed out of my way. He's been doing it for a week and everytime I see him, I just try to brush it off. He was still looking miserable and sometimes he stayed out late and didn't come home. I tried to keep my mind busy most times to avoid thinking of him and the whole crappy things he did. I looked a my reflection in the mirror and applied more lipgloss to my lips. I used the hair comb to comb my hair backward then used a hair pin to neatly hold the hair from falling to my sides. When I was done, I picked up my purse and walked out from the room. When I got to the sitting room, I saw Luciano sitting on the couch with the remote in his hands. He wasn't watching anything cause the TV was turned o

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