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Paper Chimes
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Feb 19, 2017
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Romance
"We've been married for seven years, you know," I tell him, "and we've been together for nine." "We have, and they've been wonderfully cray years." he mutters, holding my hand. "I think it's time we say goodbye," I say. He nods. We clink our glasses and sip the champagne, smiling at each other celebrating the ultimate failure of what we thought was eternal love. ------ Two young souls stuck in a failing marriage hell bent on going rogue.
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