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Perfectly Wrong

I had everything planned perfect for the picnic. She was going to meet me there for a brunch that crisp Sunday morning. I spread out the soft blue and white checked blanket, and set the plastic plates and flatware out on the blanket. Everything was picture perfect, we were going to eat in a meadow in the back of her parents house. As I stood there waiting for her arrival I reached into my kakhi short pocket and pulled it out. I looked at it for a minute and knew for sure this is what I wanted. When she finally arrived in her spring D&G white dress we opend the dry white wine and began to eat. After a few minutes the clouds started shadowing overhead. Then came the rain, I was ferious, I wanted this day to be perfect. She left the blanket and started to dance. It was then at that moment that I realized how pure she was. Always laughing and making the best of everything. I pulled it out once more, ran over to her, and slipped the ring into her hand. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this woman.

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