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Maxine smiled, this cosy, fully furnished apartment would be ideal. She opened one of two letters her careful explorations had yielded, curiosity finally defeating any moral objections ever held.
Dear John, Perhaps us moving in together was hasty. Time and again repeated requests regarding co-operation have gone unheeded, from strewn underwear through to household chores. Subsequently my feelings have now changed. With regrets I must leave before hate takes over completely. Farewell, Samantha. “How sad,” Max thought, sighing, then without pausing further read the second, somewhat briefer note. Sam, Sorry but you are too damn demanding. Freedom beckons me, Johnny.
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