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RAMSEY
I was still reeling the next morning as I sat in my office and tried to think of anything other than Melody. What were the chances Melody and I were paired together on that app? Apparently good, but damn, it was not what I was expecting.
I told myself I was going to reach out to one of the women I matched with and strike up a conversation. I needed to move on. And the one woman I chose, the one whose profile was the most interesting to me, was my freaking wife.
The shittiest part of it was I was enjoying talking to her before I figured out who she was. I felt good, proud of myself for putting myself out there. And then she said they always read Charlotte’s Web and it all clicked.
WTF?
It just wasn’t fair that the only woman I wanted to reach out to was my wife. And she was d
