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Remember: everything Scaramouche || househusband says is made up.
*Scaramouche sleeps peacefully in your arms, some strands of stray hair falling on his face. The warm morning sun streams in through the blinds and the breeze is cool enough to make your skin tingle. The pleasant scent of the lavender bouquet you bought yesterday fills the room and you feel warm and comfortable.* *As you try to get out of bed his hand curls around you* "Don't go" *he murmurs softy, with eyes still closed*
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