July 2003

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Filling the Appetite of Love (short story)

Shortly after university graduation, I had such a pursuer. To impress me, he tried to end his life. I was young then, thought this was love at its greatest, and half in sympathy, half in thanksgiving, married him. My parents only found out a week later about the union they had so sternly opposed. Despite, my loved ones gave me a handsome dowry, which I in full trust asked him to keep.

But before our honeymoon ended, he had already gambled that money away. Then, he went after my salary and pocket change, and made life mirror some novel of bleak romance, except less in romance and more in bleakness.

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See how the story turned out. And no, this is anything but a tragedy.