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Anticipation,
like a child waiting for father to come home, he's sitting on the lumpy bed. Toes tapping and lip biting, he cannot fully express what time you will be back; though not being much alarmed when the old electric doorbell rings and a smile comes to his face knowing that you are outside.
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