The two of you are married. This is your life, now. No rhyme. No reason. No take-backs. You have to figure out what to do next. What the move? Cry? Live a happy life? Murder your new ball and chain? Drown them in a river with a ball and chain bolted around their ankles? Do what you gotta do.
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