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“I enjoy this fun little thing called agency. Since you’re not familiar with the concept, I’ll enlighten you. It’s when a person controls their own choices in life. I agreed to marry you, not hand you the keys to my autonomy.” His voice stroking soft, he says, “Oh, wife. If I wanted to take away your agency, I’d already have locked you in the basement and thrown away the key.” After a pause, he adds darkly, “And believe me, I’ve considered it.” My heart races. We gaze at each other through the shadows. I’m not afraid that he’ll harm me, but I don’t know this man all that well, either. In fact, I don’t really know him at all. I say, “I’d appreciate it if we could talk without all the tension. You know, communicate like adults? Maybe with the lights on?” “You had the opportunity to comm
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