Orpheus sat down next to his lovely wife and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Typical, she was so typical and he was sick and tired of this all, particularly of her in fact.
"You're sitting in my seat," he muttered, taking the second chair beside Juliana's and carrying it about three feet away before he sat, taking off his shirt and folding it neatly on the cement. "It's nice out here," he commented, pulling on a pair of dark sunglasses and also reclining.
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