I read “The Proxy Marriage,” a short story by Maile Meloy, in the New Yorker yesterday, and at the end, it really moved me.
It’s different than most stories that run in the magazine. Simple. Hopeful. A modern day fairy tale without any grime.
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danisdapper said:
unless someone loses a limb, it’s not true love.
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