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"It is embarrassing to remember now (as a happily married mother) the soul-crushing agony of trying to salvage a doomed romance."
"Until the next day, when he would suggest I wear lower heels and we would have angry, argument-fueled sex." (Does this mean he was really short?)
"We were like heated teenage lovers, whispering dangerous promises to each other in the dark of night."
Can anyone read this without laughing?