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You've become tired. I asked Jewel, my wonderful friend from down the hall, "Should I ask her to marry me tonight, or should I wait until the end?" "I don't really think you should ask her at all," Jewel answers me. "I think you are crazy." I don't answer her. I just smile this big goofy smile and my cheeks turn real red and my white teeth aren't hidden beind my lips. All I can think about is how happy and nervous I get, just when she says, "Hi." |
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