ANYWAY, I shakily retrieved Devastator from the closet and saw that he was complete with most spruces not even broken. One end of the box sticking out into the closet had flap damage, but other than that the set appeared unplayed with. I asked my girlfriend all about him; he might have belonged to her older brother who was into hockey and not toys. I began to plead my case for Devastator, but she was reluctant to part with something - that was clearly important from my reaction - to a guy she had only been dating a few months and she had no way to get in touch with her estranged brother to ask him if he wanted it...
I persisted as Winter turned into Spring, and even bribed her best friend into helping me rescue this treasure from a closet (that could be cleaned out any day!). I resorted to blackmail and ultimatums, but she wouldn't budge her tight little fists. Finally, on my 22nd birthday, Amy gave me Devastator wrapped up as a gift. The rocky period of our relationship over, Devastator kept us together, and we celebrated our fourth year of marriage today.
Congratulations to you both!
