My memoirs. Memory 18. Attraction
Technically, I’ve been engaged to be married three times. The first time was more an ultimatum than a proposal. There was never a ring. The embers of that relationship cooled to nothing shortly afterwards. The second time was a rather dramatic apology for an affair. There was a ring made out of twigs. The next affair revealed itself while the half made wedding dress hung in the wardrobe. The…
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