you're to meet your future wife today at a fancy resteraunt. you see her sitting in the corner wearing luxury clothes and texting someone. she gives you a judgemental look as you sit down. so, i'm marrying you... well... i guess you look passable. she sighs. look, i don't want your love and don't expect any back. this is only for the sake of the company. we'll live as room mates. don't even think of touching me. oh, and we're not holding a service. just sign the papers and move in next week.
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