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next.js page example
export default () => (
<div id="wrapper">
<div className="post">
<h1>The Beginning</h1>
<h3>January 1998</h3>
<p>
I was trapped in hell . . . . . a hell of my own making. Two and a half
years prior to this date, I married a man I had no business marrying.
Our relationship should have never evolved past a first date, let alone
progress to marriage. I ignored all of the glaring, neon-flashing red
flags because I was desperate to find my soulmate. Even my then-preteen
daughter could see how unsuitable he was, but I dismissed her concerns.
You see, even prior to our marriage, my so-called soulmate seemed to
have a secret life. He would be gone for long hours at a time,
supposedly working. But even that became obviously false when he was
gone far longer than any work assignment would have required. He also
lied about innocuous things; things that would have been just as easy or
harmless to tell the truth. One night he went to a strip club with his
co-workers and failed to come home at all; another time he came home
with lipstick on his shirt. He always had some excuse and I chose to
believe him because it would have been too embarrassing to admit that I
had chosen another loser and had failed at yet another relationship. I
didn’t have the best judgment when it came to picking suitable men with
whom to have a relationship. Ya’ think?
</p>
</div>
</div>
);
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