Dear Husband, We met eight years ago in the most unlikely of places--Las Vegas. I observed this tall, dark, and handsome man talking to my friend, and something happened internally to me. Your face seemed familiar, your Southern accent drew me in, and the way you looked at me slowed down the constant chatter in my mind. You shook my soul in mere minutes, and I hadn't even spoken a word to you yet. After I found the courage to approach you, we talked and didn't stop talking until...

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