2.6 (Thursday, Dec. 2, 1999)
My stomach was already churning again by the time I reached the end of the e-mail, but I leaned back in my desk chair to let the information sink in. Tyler was married? What the fuck? Ok, slow down. I realized he and I had nothing in common. I could live with the fact that he did not like sushi. But I was in complete shock that he was married. In a relationship, maybe, but married? A sour taste forced its way into my mouth, and I ran for the bathroom.


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