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my love isn’t. Will you marry me? Maybe not today, maybe not here… but will you promise me that my future belongs to you?”
I looked down at him. Past him to the churning ocean. At my father, slumped in a pew, head in hands, a ruined man.
I realized I didn’t care about any of them. I only cared about the man kneeling before me – the man who’d walked continue reading …
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