The first few were haphazard and loving. Too loving. He collected small gifts throughout the year, phoned her friends to help with the surprise, made a cake. He spent time and effort to make her day special.
It was easier now he was richer—he spent more to spend less. One, big gift. Something expensive, that she wanted. One of them asked for a night in a fancy hotel. They argued. Never again.
Now he had perfected it. One dinner; one gift; one nice bottle of wine. He liked them at thirty, he thought it was just the right age.
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