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My husband owes me nothing - by Natalie Cargill

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“These people are like…bonded”, my friend said.

“These people are like…bonded”, my friend said. We were outside the pyramids of Teotihuacan, Mexico. It was violently warm, and I was still recovering from an “upset stomach” that had been upset enough to nearly kill me for a week. But I could see what he meant, instantly. All around us were couples: posing for photographs; getting things out of each other’s backpacks; waddling around in jeans in the heat. I watched the couple in front of us: the woman was heavy, un-selfconscious, engaged in reading a sign and seemingly uninterested in whether the man was paying attention to her. The man…

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