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He had been waiting for her. Head resting against the wall, legs stretched out in front of him, his posture looked relaxed and calm. He felt as if he would leap out of his skin at any moment. With the light click of the bathroom door, he heard the short creek of the hinges and the door opened slowly. He saw her – her face still looked worn, battered by the tears and sleepless night. Her wet hair clung to her neck as she stepped into the living room.