As I rode down the street with him to see what he'd bought, I was in shock when he pulled up in front of this tiny white box of a house. I mean --maybe eight hundred square feet. There was no cute front porch. The yard--front and back--was all weeds and overgrown bushes. When he opened the front door on that cabin-size house, I could see it hadn't been touched in thirty years.She cried. Again. That was sort of her thing during year one. If we ever write a marriage book, chapter 1 will be called, She cried.
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In a surprising turn of events, the narrator recounts a moment of shock when a friend reveals a modest home that is merely an eight hundred square foot "tiny white box." The exterior lacks charm, with overgrown weeds in the yard and a front porch that is non-existent. Upon entering, the state of the house becomes evident, showing signs of neglect for three decades, amplifying the initial disappointment.

The emotional journey continues as the friend's partner expresses her feelings, often resorting to tears during their first year together. This recurring theme of crying establishes a significant emotional backdrop in their relationship, suggesting a need for vulnerability and understanding. If they were to pen a book about their marriage, the opening chapter would fittingly highlight these poignant moments of tears shared.

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