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She looks up at her husband the moment her feet hit the ground. The air is slightly cool; dusk has fallen and there's the distinct aroma of salt on the air. Typical seaside night.
"So," she says quietly, "what exactly did you say to him?"
"So," she says quietly, "what exactly did you say to him?"
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