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He looked over at the face on the pillow next to his. Her eyebrows were slanted, there was moisture gathering in her tear ducts, lines were forming in places that were usually smooth. She was frowning.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
She paused and thought for a moment about her life and the world. She was not happy.
“Nothing,” she said.
The End.
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