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ver notice how some things that go together seem meant to be together? That somehow it was inevitable that two people would find each other — or find each other again — and live happily ever after? In a house that was, of course, just made for them?
Ray and Phyliss Makamson check all those boxes. “I told her I’d have some plans drawn up for a new house,” Ray said, winking. “That’s how I got her to marry me.” Phyliss has heard that one before. No trickery was involved. Both now 67, they met and dated in college; however, following a familiar plot line, they drifted apart, then met and married others and grew families and lived busy lives away from each other.
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