Get me married
I only wished that he was there with me.
Pushing aside my feeling, I turned to the building again. It was simply, a story building, large enough for my taste. With wall like glass, though not transparent enough that someone from outside could see what was inside, it was still a glass. My husband had also made sure that it was bullet proof, from top to bottom. In his words...
“I have enemies and when you married me, you acquired those enemies too. My father has a dozen and when you bore my name, you also acquired them, I won’t take any chances with you, my love.”
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