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Naked, splattered with multi-colored paint, and still carrying the limp inflatable swimming ring, he checked the kitchen door. Locked. He retrieved the key they kept hidden under the rock and unlocked the door. His wife was standing just inside.
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
She started tapping her foot.
"You'll never believe what happened," he began.
She cut him off and said, "I don't want to hear another #story."
"What do you want?"
"The truth."
"Don't you… Can't I just…"
"No."