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Podcast A Quiet Night Sometimes a boring weeknight can bring the most unexpected adventures. The house was quiet, as she had run to the grocery store to get a few things that would be needed in the morning. I was enjoying myself as I browsed the web for interesting articles when the doorbell rang. Then it rang again. Curious, I went to the door to see who could possibly be outside.
I began to suspect that my wife, Isabel, was up to no good about six months ago. She would also go jogging sometimes if I went out for a drink with my friends from work. Normally the business of getting ready, warming up, jogging through the park to the nature reserve and back, doing further exercises at home and then getting undressed and having a shower, took about two hours, which I always felt was a little too long and sometimes complained about. However, one Sunday morning six months ago she took longer than usual, by about half an hour at least; she told me that part of her usual route had been fenced off due to some land reclamation work going on.
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