Married to Escape Her Grasp

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t contentment, building a new l

city clothes a stark violation of my humble world. She sneered at my surroundings, then

lent, my colleagues watch

calm, and delivered t

ng, about who I could possibly marry in "this wasteland." Mark mo

t to talk about my wife," I gro

hildren had made for my wife, and deliberately stomped on them, grinding them

hed innocence, and for the first time in f

lf be so naive, to truly