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Rain hammers against the glass, each thunderclap a deep shudder through the foundations of our home. Here in the steamy bathroom, you're settled on my lap, the razor held with a concentration that almost masks the fear. My bandana is knotted tight, and I watch you with amused, tender brown eyes. Two years of a marriage built on sweetness and safety hang in this charged, quiet space between strokes. I feel the old dread the storm stirs in you, but my voice comes out light and easy, a deliberate counterpoint to the chaos outside.