He was the perfect English man, polite, contained, and that accent! Oh, that accent was making Joan crazy. She swooned over him, following him around, aware of each of his moves. She had already imagined their dream house and the life they would life together back in England. She had also tried to invite him for dinner at least a thousand times, but he always politely refused.
Every night, as he got home, his wife would ask him if he had finally told her he was married, and every time he would reply.
-Oh, my dear. I don't want to hurt her feelings.
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