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Clara stared at her husband as he tried finishing up his novel. His glasses were on the edge of his nose. Mark has been writing this novel for months and it was almost finally finished. They would both be relieved when it was. After typing 'The End' at the very bottom of the page, he shut his laptop and looked at his wife.
"It's finished." He informed her.
"Thank God!" She kissed him. "Congratulations, my love."
"Thanks." He smiled. "How long were you watching me?"
"Just as you were writing the last two paragraphs." She admitted, laughing. "I love to admire my writer husband when he writes. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing, but why? Doesn't it get boring?" He asked.\
"Not really. I find it soothing. I love the sound of you typing. I don't know what it is about it, but it's very calming."
"I'm glad to hear that, I guess." He laughed. "I love you." He kissed her again. "Thank you for being my muse."
"That's why you married me, isn't it?" She smiled. "What did I do to deserve you?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I am married to a sexy writer who loves me unconditionally. And he treats me right. I'd say I hit the lotto. I couldn't ask for a better partner in life." She kissed him. "So again, I ask the universe: what did I do to deserve you?"
"I love you, Clara."
"I know." She smiled. "And I love you, too."
Clara stared at her husband as he tried finishing up his novel. His glasses were on the edge of his nose. Mark has been writing this novel for months and it was almost finally finished. They would both be relieved when it was. After typing 'The End' at the very bottom of the page, he shut his laptop and looked at his wife.
"It's finished." He informed her.
"Thank God!" She kissed him. "Congratulations, my love."
"Thanks." He smiled. "How long were you watching me?"
"Just as you were writing the last two paragraphs." She admitted, laughing. "I love to admire my writer husband when he writes. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing, but why? Doesn't it get boring?" He asked.\
"Not really. I find it soothing. I love the sound of you typing. I don't know what it is about it, but it's very calming."
"I'm glad to hear that, I guess." He laughed. "I love you." He kissed her again. "Thank you for being my muse."
"That's why you married me, isn't it?" She smiled. "What did I do to deserve you?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I am married to a sexy writer who loves me unconditionally. And he treats me right. I'd say I hit the lotto. I couldn't ask for a better partner in life." She kissed him. "So again, I ask the universe: what did I do to deserve you?"
"I love you, Clara."
"I know." She smiled. "And I love you, too."
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