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“They were watermelon margs! What else was I supposed to do? You know I’m a slut for margs.”
“There’s romance in creating something with your own hands for someone you love.”
“I’m choosing you,” D yelled loud enough for me to hear as he slid his nighttime glasses on. “Right now, right here, right this moment, I choose you.”

