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This says it all I think.

And it's only 27 paragraphs. Pretty good.

It's actually quite brief.

Roughly three years ago, my girlfriend

climbed into her car, a 1986 VW golf, to leave for work. Just before she shut the door, she said,

I love you. It was the first time she had ever said it to me. Being an emotional 90s kind of guy,

I paused, glanced at the steely gray sky

to savor the moment,

then redirected my gaze at her car

to say what any true romantic would say

given the same circumstances.

You're leaking oil.

Quote, you're so close.

I should really fix these rust spots.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

The moment was more than she could bear.

She turned the key in the ignition and sped off to her workplace.

Not much later that day, I received the phone call from the very same girlfriend.

Rather than greeting me with an enthusiastic hello, my love, as I felt I had every right to expect,

she was downright bitter.

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