Match Point

There was that one time, the day I nearly grabbed the notebook from in front of him and shot it at the wall—that I wanted to fight more than I wanted to fix it. Let’s go, I thought. I’m ready for this.

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It was a Saturday morning. We got up early and kissed hello. We packed the car and drove, making promises to ourselves, to each other, and to our next thousand years together.

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