“That was a different time.” “A time when you didn’t like me very much?” she asked, laughing. If only she knew how much I’d always liked her. That there was no one else for me. My world started and ended with her sitting beside me on those dark morning rides to school, and it started up all over again when I found her on my farm. But she wasn’t ready to hear that. She was barely able to imagine a future where we didn’t dispose of this marriage nine months from now and never speak of it again. I couldn’t tell her that I loved her. Loved her so completely, so thoroughly, that no one else in the
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