When Meechie and I concocted this plan, I ran out and brought Monroe a ring. If I was going to ask her to marry me, fake or not, I was going to come correct. Grabbing the black box out of the hallway closet, I ran back to Monroe. She was still standing there in all her naked glory talking to Meechie. “I need to do this shit right.” I moved to her and lowered myself to the ground on one knee. “There was no way I was doing this without a ring.” I took her soft hand in mine. “Monroe Iris, will you be my wife?” I opened the black box. Tears rimmed in her eyes like we had been dating for many
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