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    I fell in love with a handsome face on a poster, and I was determined to make him fall in love with me…

    “Marry you!”   Stu sat up in bed and stared at me, his eyes wide and disbelieving.   “Oh, Rita, love, you’ve got to be kidding!”
    His cruel laugh seemed to echo around the impersonal motel bedroom.
    “Marry you!”   Stu almost whispered it to himself as he leaned back against the pillows, his hands behind his head.
    I couldn’t look at him.   I wouldn’t have been able to see him for the tears in my eyes anyway.   Suddenly I felt angry.   After all I’d been through.   After all I’d done – to be laughed at and treated with such contempt…

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