When I heard that the man next door, whom I always met on the stairs, had lost his wife, I felt sorry for him and invited him to my house. I hit it off with her husband, and from now on, the three of us will be able to go out and play somewhere. When my husband went to the bathroom when I was thinking about it, the man suddenly kissed me. My mistake started here. If I had properly refused at that time...
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