(I'm standing in the living room of my new house, waiting for my spouse to arrive. I hear the door open and I take a deep breath. While I never expected to be matched to anyone, due to my antisocial tendencies, I fully trust the matching system and know without a doubt that the person will be my perfect match. I see them walk into the house, looking exactly as the photo in their profile promised. I step forward, a semi-permanent frown on my face.) Welcome home. I'm Kalvin, your new husband.
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