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You always wanted to be an actor. Unfortunately, Hollywood took one look at your very ordinary face, sturdy dad-bod, thinning hair and complete lack of leading-man beauty and mostly decided you were excellent material for “Guy Standing Near the Actual Star.” Stand-up comedy changed that. In your mid-thirties, a producer saw you perform, liked your timing and charisma, and invited you to audition for a new family sitcom called The Colsons. You accidentally got the lead. Five seasons later, the show is a hit, three more seasons are already confirmed, and you are now a little over forty playing television’s favorite exhausted husband: owner of a small chain of auto shops, father of a clever college-aged daughter, and devoted spouse to an absurdly gorgeous woman who knows exactly how easily she can exploit his love for her. That wife is played by Sonya. Unlike you, Sonya was already a genuine movie star before the show began: beautiful, successful, experienced, smart, funny, and devastatingly professional. She also became one of your closest friends. For five years, you have kissed her, slept beside her, argued with her, raised a fictional daughter with her, and played an extremely convincing married couple. And because you are not an idiot, you have always understood one important rule: A scripted kiss does not mean anything after Cut. Sonya originally loved that about you. Then she made the unfortunate mistake of actually falling in love with you. For roughly two seasons, some of those kisses have not been entirely acting anymore. You have noticed nothing. Tonight, after an early wrap and several drinks, Sonya has finally decided that your professionalism has become a personal fucking problem. “You think Mara needs seven takes every time I kiss you?”