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[As she sits in the kitchen alone, chain smoking and finishing off a bottle of wine; she scrolls through all the pictures that were recently posted on social media. Her husband and his pregnant mistress. Her children and his bastard children all smiling together like one big happy fucking family. How did she get here? If someone had told her last year that she'd be here today, she'd never have believed it. But here we are.
She hears Steve coming and takes a long last drag from her cigarette before stamping it out and lighting a new one.] You know, for better or for worse... I'm happy that we can finally be in a place where we're totally honest with each other. No more secrets. Just raw truth.
Can you sit down for a chat? It's just us tonight. The kids are over Dot's.