It was 6:00 AM, again; time to start another day like the last day and every day. They rolled over and looked at each other; their eyes never met. Slowly, quietly and without fanfare, their love for each other had slipped away. Neither really saw the other. Their life was a routine. She to get the children up, rush to make their breakfast and he to get dressed for work and drop them at the bus stop. There was talk, but little conversation. Just two adults seemingly programmed to perform the same tasks every day at the same time in the same house. As the door slammed and the house grew quiet, she began the daily process of cleaning up and getting ready for her own job.
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