You got me suicidal

How long does it take a person to move on
from one oral examination to another?

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From Digressions:

The girl he married had thought she wanted neither brute nor poet. She wanted someone she could walk all over, or someone who’d ignore her once in a while, someone who left the toilet seat up again or someone who forgot to take the trash, someone who forgot her.

But Robert came, Robert said hello, in his quiet grumble of a voice and she just shrugged and thought, what the hell? and said hello right back.

And before she knew it, hesitant hellos in public libraries, accidental first kisses, and fumbling sex whizzed by in a torrent of laughter and Neruda and oh so able hands until one day, with her sweating under the surprisingly merciless February sun, him holding his thesis draft in one hand and his grandmother’s ring in another, he said, “Marry me.” There, quite simply. No fuss at all. No promises of gathered sunlight in the palms of their joined hands.

I had to say yes.

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GAAAAAAARGH. I'm about to have a nervous breakdown, kiddies. I hear Nikay giggling in a corner.