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You wish that she was nothing more than a simple housewife. Her clothes become much more old fashioned, like something out of the 50s. Her hair goes up into a bun as she gets a purse. Her shocked expression becomes one of happiness, as her memories of being a strong and independent woman fade away, replaced by the urge to please her hardworking husband and memories of doing her natural duty in the house. Today, she recalls shopping at the convenience store.
“Darling! Did the house collapse while I was out? I picked up some wonderful things while shopping! Should I fix dinner soon?”