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as always

The letter fluttered to the ground, turned over, stopped under a leg of the bench. It didn’t matter, she was already gone.

italic-But I do know that I love how I can predict all your habits even though I hate them, because I love them as well and that’s what makes you special. I know that I can’t live without dealing with you and you’re lack of planning, and that I’ll be happy to plan for us.
So here’s my plan: Will you get back with me, work on the next seven years to come? DoyouwanttogetmarriedbecauseIdefinitelymissedyoutoo+Iloveyou.italic

He was back at his bench. Watch. Only 12:30. He grinned. Expectant. Excited. He knew. He was ready. He wanted her. He could handle it. 12:31. No surprise. She must be running late as always..

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