He was tired, tired of her nagging, of the way she picked at him - tearing him down, bit by bit. She hated the way he dressed, he ate, the way that he watched TV. At night, when he crawled into bed, she hated the way he slept, and the way he snored. That's how he ended up on the couch in the den, and from then on that's where he slept. The
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