Monday, 12 March 2012


(collage par moi)

'He was an unreliable man. For our first date he showed up one year late. Therefore, when he left, to make sure he would come back, I insisted that he leave something with me as a hostage. A week later he sent me his most precious possession: a small french nineteenth- century painting, entitled The Love Letter, that portrays a young girl who bears an uncanny likeness to me. A year passed, and on January 18th, 1992, after having rented two rings an a witness, I became his bride in a simple ceremony held at a 24-hour drive-up wedding window on route 604 in Las Vegas. Later he gave me The Love Letter as a wedding gift. I had acquired a husband but in the process had lost my guarantee that he would always come back to me.'

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