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I’ve been cheating for almost a year, you bragged, right after you’d shown us your daughters. After you’d painted yourself doting dad, builder of sandcastles, Master Tucker Inner. Hardworking husband, just trying to make it work. After you’d cast your wife as the passionless bore, three drinks and that’s it, when are we going home, I’m tired tonight. Described her lips, painted with rules, laundry and soccer practice. You just need an outlet! You tried to…