He had come in, covered in motor oil. The house was filled with the aroma of the dinner she'd made for him. An ambiance of peace was flooding the house. Even the inevitable end, in a few short days, seemed impossible, and wasn't something that crossed anyone's mind lately. He ate the meal she made, always making too much, he was full in no time
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