A marriage was like a house under constant construction, each year seeing the completion of new rooms. a first-year marriage was a cottage; one that had gone on for twenty-seven years was a huge and rambling mansion. there were bound to be crannies and storage spaces, most of them dusty and abandoned, some containing a few unpleasant relics you would just as soon you hadn't found. but that was no biggie. you either threw those relics out or took them to goodwill.
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