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i marry you...

I didn't marry you because you were perfect.
I didn't even marry you because I loved you.

I married you because you gave me a promise. That promise made up for your faults.
And the promise I gave you made up for mine. Two imperfect people got married and it was the promise that made the marriage.

And when our children were growing up, it wasn't a house that protected them; and it wasn't our love that protected them - it was that promise.

Thornton Wilder, The Skin of Our Teeth.

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