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fred_bear
Jan. 10th, 2008 12:34 am (UTC)
I love the fact that the story also gives it the slant of "and they're now getting a divorce" implying that the husband is divorcing the wife cos she was working in a brothel. What about the fact that he was actually visiting it? Grounds for mutual divorce or her to divorce him I'd think. :)
halloranelder
Jan. 10th, 2008 12:42 am (UTC)
Agreed. If neither knew about the others actions, then I can definitely see grounds for mutual divorce.
travisjhall
Jan. 10th, 2008 12:53 am (UTC)

The article just says they are now divorcing. I don't see any implication of it being a fault-divorce, or who is considered at fault if it is.

fred_bear
Jan. 10th, 2008 01:02 am (UTC)
Ah, my own bias and preconceptions about the portrayal of women in the media coming into play there.
normalcyispasse
Jan. 10th, 2008 01:08 am (UTC)
"Sweetheart, I have this suspicion you've been cheating on me."

"Funny, I've had the same feeling about you!"
vaingloriesque
Jan. 10th, 2008 02:22 am (UTC)
Q: "What are you doing here?"

A: "Huh? What are YOU doing here?"
halloranelder
Jan. 10th, 2008 03:09 am (UTC)
At least it wasn't "Take Your Kids To Work" day...
vaingloriesque
Jan. 10th, 2008 03:29 am (UTC)
LOL!
gene_machine
Jan. 10th, 2008 11:48 am (UTC)
Oh, just fucking around, you know?
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I wake in vain
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I close my eyes
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I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
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