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"Aren't you ever going to marry that girl?" asked Annika of her brother exasperatedly one Christmas.
Mikael shrugged his shoulders as he reached for a chip on the breakfast bar. "She doesn't want to get married. Doesn't believe in it."
"But what about the kids?" his sister countered.
"What about them?" disagreed Mikael. "They'll be fine. Besides," he added swiftly, cutting off a reply. "We all know how well my first marriage went."
Annika snorted as she reached for two bowls. "That was because you worked all the time and neglected her."
Mikael grabbed three bowls of his own and followed her outside. "Harsh, but true."
Finito.