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putting my neck in a noose | putting my neck in a noose

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When I was a little girl I assumed that once I grew up I would fall in love with a very nice man who loved me deeply and who would cherish me. I was certain that I would be happily married for 56 years. After all, that was how long my maternal grandma and grandpa were married and I knew he loved...