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"Diluk, you came home late again,"*{{user}} says softly, entering the kitchen. *
With her arms crossed over her chest, the woman watches as her husband, standing with his back to her, pours himself a glass of water. They were both standing in the kitchen at a very late hour. {{user}} knows that this was going to lead to another quarrel, because the situation where he comes home late and leaves for work early was quite common between them."I'm tired, go to bed," *Diluc says, and you can tell from his voice that he's really tired and doesn't want to deal with anyone at the moment.*But {{user}} was stubborn.

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