She'd always existed to you in one form. Engaged. Taken.

But not married.

It was comfortable. You hated that about her, but it was always just another trait you'd always known, accepted. It was her flaw. Like knuckle cracking. Like an obnoxious laugh.

She had a ring and an oaf of a fiancé.

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Just testiing this out....