My husband and I went to the Grand Canyon on our honeymoon, I don’t know why, it wasn’t close by, neither of us liked the desert, or hiking, or canyons, it was as though we had made a deal with someone, our parents, God, or some other only somewhat-interested third party, that we would be allowed to get married only if this somewhat-interested third party were allowed to choose where we would go on our honeymoon. . . .
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