Ten years ago, I muscled a guy down the aisle. We had been together for six years, the relationship was becalmed, and I had pretty much decided that marriage was the only thing that would blow us out of our doldrums: We’d be official, we’d have kids, we’d have a decent set of dish towels. He reluctantly agreed.
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