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A 'Marriage', A Divorce, A Dying Dog And Essays Done Right
The third time Karl and I went out I kissed him; I told him I would help him. He said that he needed some help. Then he asked me to marry him.
I shook my head. "That's the whole point," I said. "I'm the only person you're going to find who isn't going to marry you."
And I didn't. For eleven years.