She's singing Livin' On A Prayer by Bon Jovi, and within seconds it's stuck in my head.

It takes me a little too long to figure out why. The lyrics sing 'Oh, we're half way there.'

And so we are. Half way there.

She doesn't realise that I've caught on to the subliminal messages she's sending out.

She smiles continuously throughout the day.

But I now know that her happiness is just a masquerade to keep the rest of us strong.

The End

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