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  • coming back from where we'd been i was taking shots in the dark. again. i laid out on my back, poking a finger into my bellybutton.

    "tony, when are we gonna get married?"

    "i'm not getting married montea. i don't believe in marriage, and you're all the way out there in oregon."

    i frowned, making x's on my forehead.

    "i'm right here on the phone. and if you were going to get married, it would be with me? right?"

    "i don't know. maybe. 60% of all marriages end in divorce."

    as usual, this was going to shit. i traced the electrical outlet with my left foot, waiting to pull the plug on the lamp overhead.

    "but we already hate each other though, its like we've already been in love and through the divorce. the only thing left to do is get married"

    "mmm, why do you think people get divorced, montea?"

    "why tony?"

    "because they're married"

    "i dont think its that simple, boo"

    "that's why we're not getting marrried"
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