"Is my wife here?"
There was a cool hand on his forehead. "Yes, Johnny."
"Well," he said helplessly. "Well, how are you?"
"I'm fine, Johnny," she whispered, and there was the sound of tears in her voice. "I'm just fine."
He felt the warm softness of her lips on his.
I had a true wife but I left her ... oh, oh, oh.
And then he came home again.
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