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[communistcow]

There's this house on a street adjacent to mine that I often look at. It's architecturally interesting, with an overground tunnel connecting the two halves of it. When I work early, I often see a young, handsome man leaning over his young, pretty wife, who is sitting at what I assume is the kitchen table. They look engrossed, they look like a J.Crew catalog. I usually pretend that he's helping her with the crossword. She doesn't really need the help, she's smart, but it's their morning routine and she likes the security and comfort of her husband's presence as she fills in playwrights' names and parts of outdated catchphrases.

Then I wonder why their house is for rent.