“Can you believe it’s already been four years?” I asked, adjusting my necklace and glancing over at David, my husband.

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He chuckled, looking up from his phone with a grin. “Four years, and you’re still putting up with me. I should be taking notes.”
David and I had met at one of those corporate mixers our mutual friend insisted we attend. “Networking,” they’d called it. David still jokes it was the most boring night of his life until I showed up. But we hit it off, and here we were, four years later.