Molly used to live in a big house with a warm bed and a nice garden of beautiful roses outside. She got a loving husband and a dog to keep her company when the husband is at work. Everything seems so perfect. Except it isn't.
She's living a dispiriting life of merely existing. Wake up at 6:00 in the morning, cook breakfast, tidy the house, walk the dog, cook lunch, dust the house some more, run errands if it's Wednesday, do laundry if it's Friday, cook dinner, listen to husband talk about his day, prepare for bed, make love some days, sleep. Do it again the next day. And the next.
The banality of it all is killing her.
But it wasn't always like this...
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