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Watching husband 2.

“Well, you don’t look as bad as your head feels!” Tim mumbled looking at himself in the bathroom mirror as he brushed his teeth. Kate was sure knocked out, too. She was still asleep! Fine way to start out their first day of work, he thought. As he shaved rapidly he tried to remember just how he had gotten to bed the night before, but the details were very fuzzy. “Oh, well, I can only hope that I didn’t make too much of a fool out of myself!” He heard something like a soft tinkling...

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Watching husband 1.

“Damn …” Kate thought, fishing in the pocket of her uniform. “Where did that pencil go? That’s the third one I’ve lost tonight!” A lock of her strawberry blonde hair fell forward into her eyes and her hand went up to her forehead to push it back impatiently. She fished in the bowl of pencils at the serving counter and pulled out a freshly sharpened one, trying to recall which type of dressing Mr. Dagon had just said he wanted on his salad. Oh, yes, she remembered … just plain oil and vinegar … that...

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