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... from the kitchen in no time. Albert Wilson lay on the couch, weak and weary, clutching his growling stomach. The tempting smell of noodles filled the air, and as he imagined her bustling in the kitchen, cooking for him, his nose tingled with a sharp ache of emotion.
There was no luxurious house, no extravagant feast, and she hadn't even shown him the slightest warmth. Yet, this simple bowl of noodles stirred an almost overwhelming urge to cry.
All he wanted, really, was this—som ...
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