Prologue: London, England, 1845
George Smith, 25, was a man who worked hard. He had short, brown curly hair, blue eyes, and tall. He wore a white colored shirt, brown breeches, and brown boots. His wife, Ruth Chapman, 23, was a homemaker.
She had short, brown wavy hair, blue eyes, and petite.
She wore a brown colored dress, brown colored breeches, and brown colored boots. And she had huge breasts.
"What's for dinner?", George asked.
"Roast chicken, potatoes, onions, carrots, and gravy...dear", Ruth answered.
"Excellent...Let's dine in peace", George said.
Bright lights illumed the huge Dining Room.
The windows were open, letting in the heat.
"It's hot!", George said.
He made sure that the house was cool.
"Where's Annie?", asked Ruth.
"In 'er playroom", George answered.
"Good. Tell Bertha that she's got to go to bed soon in the nursery", Ruth said.
"I will...soon", George said, and they continued eating, as well as drinking their red colored Wine.
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