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"Just turn your head a little, slightly to the right and down", he heard himself say. He had become too good at allowing them to believe he was fine. Allowing them to think he was his normal self. Confident and happy and so in love with his work, that he was excited by every snap of the camera lens. Yet everything seemed like a film now, slowly playing in front of his eyes, he still had the lead role, but his heart was no longer in it. His mind was somewhere else and only she knew where to find it.
He flew into a temper at her, right then and there. In the middle of the street. Screaming and yelling in her face, arms flying about in the air, hurling abuse at her. She looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole. We all warned her about him, we told her never to marry him. We always said she could do so much better. She never listened, just laughed it off and just went on ahead and married him. Looks like she is finally realizing what we warned her all about..
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