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”smts, the stars line up, the gods smile, and love gets a fighting chance. just a chance – that’s all it can really hope for. no guarantees, no certainties. she watched him take her hand. then they turned and stood facing the altar. today they were united, but surely there’d be other days when angry words would fly, or silence would freeze the household. days when love would barely stay aloft, like a bird fluttering on one wing. days when her quick temper and his cooler nature would send them spinning to their own corners, and they would both question the wisdom of this match. then there would be days like today. perfect days.”

– the sinner