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6d
“‘Till death do us part,”’ but is this really how our story goes? “‘Do you __ promise to love and cherish _  for poorer for richer in sickness and in health?”’ I don't want this to be the way our story goes. Do we have to put a bidding law on our love? Why couldn't it just be the love and loyalty promised without the countless arguments, lies, and countless nights I spent waiting for you to come home? You indeed came home. Came home at last, but you stabbed me in the back, immortal I am. Immortal I was, the immortality you lacked
the soft murmur
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