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Buddy patiently kept his eyes open for the woman of his dreams - a lady of refinement, education, and wit, with whom his domestic life could be the psychological equivalent of an ear-punishing jackhammer; at last he did find her, and they dated in agony for many years until it seemed as if he might finally learn an important life lesson and break away from this torture of his own design - but luckily, she agreed to marry him.
As Buddy grew nearer to retirement age, those old dreams of world travel and life-fulfilling pursuits, which had sustained him through the tedious decades, suddenly loomed too large, too disturbingly accessible, for comfort.
“In retrospect,” said Buddy ruefully, adjusting the cold steak over his eye, “when the minister got to the part where he asked if I would take this woman to be my wedded wife for as long as we both shall live, it was probably a bad move to reply, ‘—yeah, what the hell’.”
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