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Her name was Van Gogh, she had a wonderful husband and lovely children, just why? Occasionally, while looking at her husband and children, a fine thread of pain would cross her heart. Every Sunday morning at seven fifteen, he would come to her and gently ask if she had slept well last night. This scene has played out countless times over the past three years, only still unfamiliar to this man and even his surroundings, it's all...