on a chilly friday atop the highline bridge with a cracked lobster and a bottle of bubbles by her side, a man-but not just any man-got down on one knee and asked her to marry him. he talked of laughter and warm meals and crying babies and long walks and of her, big, big heart. he said he wanted to be a part of it all...forever.
and she said yes.
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