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"Damn it all to hell!" Andy curses as he slaps his hand down angrily upon the rumpled bed in which he and his wife had just spent the last couple of pleasant hours together. Then she had gotten upset and she did not feel that he was supportive enough. Maybe he hadn't been.
Andy moved around the room with heavy feet, agitated by his argument with Lacey and the major part he played in it. He cared about her thoughts and opinions, why would she think that he didn't? He loved his wife so much that sometimes he could not stand it. She and the kids were his whole world. The three of them were everything to him. They made his life complete and he could not imagine his life without them by his side.
Andy did value his wife and all of the things that were important to her. He was not trying to make her feel like he
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Lacey falls back away from the hole that she had just found in the wall, her chest rising and falling erratically because she is breathing heavy with fear. Her bottom hits the hard floor and she puts her hands out to keep from falling over backwards. She had just seen an eye. She knew that it had to be Andy or the kids, unless someone else was in there. But regardless of whose eye she had seen, it was still creepy as hell. Had that man been spying on them as they were in their room? She could see into the room so well that she could make out the rumpled bed that she and her husband where just laying in together only mere moments before. As she remembered the moment that she and Andy had shared hours before, she wondered if someone had been watching them. The thought freaks her out.
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