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Anniversary
Sex was their present to each other every anniversary. This year would be the most difficult for him to perform. The lust was not gone; it was still very much alive. The kids were married and moved, the grandchildren nearly grown, too. Only one thing prevented them from celebrating the old, normal way - he'd died.
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