My Husband's Unwanted Wife
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I smiled, taking the box from him and putting it in my small basket.
“Here is the honey,” Arlington suggested, holding up a small jar. “Locally harvested, it says.”
“Perfect for my tea,” I smiled, the two of them exchanging a brief look.
“Now, I just need some milk,” I smiled, turning the corner of the aisle to the dairy coolers.
“What kind are you looking for? Oat? Soy? Organic?” Arlington asked, perusing the shelves.
“Oh, uh… just regular 2%,” I smiled, noticing that he wasn’t really buying anything.
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