(...)
“We drive down the road in complete silence for a few miles listening to
50 Cent. As soon as he tells us that he's into having sex, he ain't
into making love, Casey turns the volume down and begins telling me the
following information: " I love you so much. We're going to have the
best life together. I can't wait." Every word she says makes me feel a
little more like faking a stroke and pretending to lose all memory of
who I was, but it's not until she looks me in the eye and says in all
seriousness, "You're my soul mate," that I realize I am not going to
marry her.”
(...)
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