I was having a bad day, hazy with depression and overcast with rain. The sort that even retail therapy can only marginally improve, and with my budget the Salvation Army was the best I could afford.

Then I saw, on one of the back shelves, a wedding cake topper. Still in its original box, still with its original price tag.

“You know,” I said to myself quietly, “maybe things aren’t so bad after all.”

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