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Another attempt at the NYC Midnight short story writing challenge. James and Mary, a young couple, find themselves at odds when James gets called back to active duty. The TV was barely audible from its place on the kitchen counter. Standing at the kitchen sink was a woman with long chocolaty brown hair. Her soft humming battled with the cadence of a new caster on screen. Water ran over her hands as it accumulated in the well of the deep basin. Steam rose and coiled through the rays of sunshine pouring in. She paused. Her eyes darted to the TV set. “... For a new breeze is blowing, and a world refreshed by freedom seems reborn; for in man's heart, if not in fact, the day of the dictator is over. The totalitarian era is passing, its old ideas blown away like leaves from an ancient, lifeless tree…” A frown slowly spread over the woman’s features, bending her lips and creasing her brow. The faucet continued to run with the water levels reaching the edge of the sink. “M