Every working day was the same. She’d get up a half hour
before him, and make breakfast, while he awoke, cleaned himself, then ate,
kissed her, then left for work.
He spent all day making deals, selling and buying things for
profits, while she spent all day cleaning, cooking, shopping, and everything
else being a housewife entailed.
Then every evening was a quiet one, a meal, some TV, and
then bed.
Both of them were miserable. Both of them hated the drudgery
of their lives, hated what they had to do all day.
But they did it.
For each other.
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