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It wasn't nearly as traumatic as you might think, welcoming My True Love into life with me here on The Farm, even after over ten years of living here alone.


"Here," I said to her, uttering the modern-day words that profess one's true love for someone as I handed her a symbol of my love: "This is the garage-door opener for your side."

Sigh. Romeo has nothing on me. Even Juliet never sweeter words heard.

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