This is the kind of thing I force on my partner but it’s me reading my favourite passages while he tries to play video games.
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The Whimsical Muse
If we can’t read passages from our favorite classic novels aloud to one another whilst enjoying dark chocolate tiramisu and a bottle of Château Margaux in front of a crackling fire in a Victorian mansion during a full moon on a cold winter’s night, then what’s the point?
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