"I'm never getting married," Tariq whispered.
"Me neither," said Laila, but not before a moment of nervous hesitation. She worried that her voice had betrayed her disappointment at what he had said. Her heart galloping, she added, more forcefully this time, "Never."
"Weddings are stupid." "All the fuss."
"All the money spent." "What for?"
"For clothes you'll never wear again."
"Ha!"
"If I ever do get married," Tariq said, "they'll have to make room for three on the wedding stage. Me, the bride, and the guy holding the gun to my head."
Contents from Khaled Hosseini "A Thousand Splendid Suns"
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