My eyes are wide as I stare at her. “I’ve changed my mind,” I say, shaking my head. “I want the opposite of whatever a marriage is. I want unmarriage.” She gasps. “Ryan Scott Langley, are you threatening me with the ‘D’ word while I’m wearing a wedding dress?” “No. I was very careful. That is a word that will never pass my lips—” “Oh, but ‘unmarriage’ is acceptable?” “Wait—when did you learn my middle name?” She rolls her eyes. “Seriously? We’re married, Ryan. Something you’re apparently reconsidering. I know your birthdate too. And your social. And your bank card number. I could ruin you,
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