I told my first boyfriend that if we ever thought about getting married, we should break up for six months before tying the knot.
It’d be a Hail Mary, a last chance to meet our soulmate before settling down with each other.
This wasn’t a particularly kind thing to say. Yes, I was nineteen.
But more than that, I …
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