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“Have I asked you to marry me?” he said sleepily. We were back on. “Every day,” I replied. “Well . . .” “I always say not yet.” Adam was dozing off and slurring when he said, “Why?” I’m certain he was asleep when I finally replied, “Because I don’t want you to stop asking.”
Wish You Were Here
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