Keep your wife on a leash!

Cheryl stood at the front door, in a small block of flats. It wasn't a run down building but it definitely wasn't an elaborate one either. She passed many doors on the way up, some were occupied and others vacant. She met an elderly couple who greeted her politely. She felt somewhat over dressed, wearing a skinny leg jeans, pencil heeled silver sandal, Coco Chanel sweater and a full COCO Chanel fur coat. She removed her sunglasses and placed it in her Coco Chanel bag,hoping it would make her less over dressed.

Her heels clicked and clacked on the concrete floors.

The walls were a sickening green and the floors brown. It looked unappealing to the eye.

Cheryl finally reached the door that led her to the truth. She stood there in silence, thinking if this was really necessary.

After a few minutes she raised her delicate hand a knocked three times.

There was silence. She raised her hand again and knocked on the door.

There was still silence.

Cheryl decided to knock one last time.

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