I know I can. [The perfect picture of dutiful husbandry. Suddenly he doesn't feel so thirsty, glancing down at his beer with disinterest. He wonders for a second, if the rest of the bar sees him speaking to open air, or if this whole fantasy is self-contained. The part of him still concerned with appearances hopes for the latter, but the newer part, the one with such earnestly human-seeming tendencies doesn't care what other people think if he's so graciously been granted even a few seconds more with his latently late wife.]
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