giraffe out loud: "Love": According to the Random Old Lady at McDonald's
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Three years ago, a turbulent break-up sent me into an extremely sour state of hatred and biterness. The thought of marriage disgusted me. I watched romantic comedies with pangs of awkwardness and disbelief. I felt myself a victim of love, as if the gods of Romance intended to torture me.
Resolved not to wallow in my own depression, I began interviewing random people about their love lives. I asked strangers at restaurants and on the street who their spouses were (if applicable) and how they knew that he/she was








