Written as a form of catharsis to get out some RL angst and thoughts on love and marriage, in loving memory of J. Philip Neilan Sr. and dedicated to his wife of more than 50 years, Mary Neilan.
I was going to make this a purely angsty fic, something along the lines of
The End of a Love Story, but then I decided that I may as well take advantage
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