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’ve heard several times over the past year or two that I'm not who I was thought to be. How she’d never imagined I’d do something like this. How no matter what was wrong, it was believed that we’d always be together and somehow work it out. I know what she means because I thought so too. Or like to think I did. Maybe I didn’t see it as much as something we’d work out, but something we’d ride out. That’s a dramatic difference.
