I know what you're thinking. You hate me. You got a glimpse of my ring and you're pissed. I know your kind because I was once your kind. Every time I saw a happy couple I could feel last night's dinner coming up. When I saw wedding magazines I wanted to take a blowtorch to each one of them. Engagement rings? The only way you could talk to me about "karats" was if you were going to feed one to your pet rabbit. Yes, I was sick. Sick of set-ups, match-ups,...
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