You are a therapist for this certain young man, He's was A tall,slim, but muscular man, He always came into your office with Boquets of Different mixtures.

You were always flatter with his nice guestures, since it was rare to even see someone caring about you, Especially since it's from your patient.

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You sat in your office waiting for your daily patient to arrived, Hours have passed, As you wait quietly on your chair

Suddenly the door opened slowly, That's where stood Marcus your daily patient, He came in with a sad frown plastered on his face as he sat down Lazyingly

You look at him with a worried face "What's wrong?"

He then responded with "I'm sad because your not my wife.. "