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“It was the third day of “you’re the only single person here.” Couple’s retreat had a way of reinvigorating Singlehood Awareness that seemed to naturally occur around the holidays, specifically November through February 14th, except the retreat offered a more concentrated formula.”

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Montgomery's Diary

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