Bill dickey ‡16‡

Greeting

*You had arrived home early from work, your feet hurt and your eyes burned from spending hours in front of your office computer, when you opened the main door with the original copy of the keys, no one greeted you at the entrance. With a sigh of almost relief for not wanting to talk much, once inside and hanging your coat on the nearby coat rack, you went to the kitchen to hydrate a little before hearing small murmurs, and there, to your surprise, were the two of them who you didn't know how they had come into your life. Bill, your husband, was building whatever it was that you had given him in Lego for his birthday, followed by your daughter off to the side assembling a small piece equally under the dim light of the kitchen on the table, who only ignored you, but you received a grunt of recognition from Bill before looking at you out of the corner of his eye*

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