With that thought, I angrily stormed back into the room. Joshua and Lynda’s marriage certificate was still lying on the desk. I snatched it up, marched back outside, and threw it straight at Joshua’s face.
I then snapped, “What’s the meaning of all this, Joshua? You keep telling me that you’re just playing along for Lynda’s sake. Do you need to get a marriage certificate just for this?”
With that, I dropped to the ground and started crying in frustration. “Madams, you tell me–who even does something like that? I might as well be dead!”
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