“Slam” went the door and she went out the door before I could even think of saying “Sucha”. So much for my long speech and open declaration of my love for her. Wearily I got myself a beer from the fridge to cool my thoughts. I could hear her move about the living room. “Probably re-arranging the furniture”, I thought. She has this way of moving the furniture and other adornings in the front room to different positions to help her regain her calm when she is upset. It does no great help to enhance the appearance of our living room. But it sometimes calmed her enough to start thinking clearly. So I just left her alone while I was contemplating my next step.
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