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I watched my husband storm around our bedroom from my perch on the end of our queen mattress. He violently pulls open drawers and rifles through them. When he cant find what he's looking for, he cusses under his breath and moves on to the next place the item could possibly be. You may be asking what exactly was so important that brought him into such a tizzy.
It was the skull pin that rest at the hallow of his throat, keeping the collar of his dress shirt together in place of a tie. His black hair with the three horizontal white strips on the left was messy and stuck out in all directions from constantly running his slim, long fingers through it in frustration. Golden yellow eyes that could see through your soul darted around quickly, with impatience.
I'm quite surprised that he has freaked out for making our room a complete mess. Clothes were thrown everywhere, drawers half open and things thrown back into their place. He must be really frantic and deep in though if his symmetry OCD i