I caught my wife writing the other day. She doesn’t know that I saw her. She is still infatuating, she has described the wallpaper in our room all the way down to the scratches on the wall. I cannot feed into this. I can't stop thinking that this isn't it just a coincidence that we both noticed this dreadful wallpaper. I am not a believer in superstitious activities, so i will not allow my mind to be consumed like my wife. I must stay strong. I will not allow this to continue.
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