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40. She is my wife

I slammed my head into the pillow for what felt like the 234th time. A low groan escaped my lips as soreness pulled through every inch of my body, each muscle reminding me of last night of which I only have blur images in my mind.  “Did you go to war or what, Anvi?” I muttered, dragging a tired hand over my face before slowly forcing myself to sit up.

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