“What is this?” he said, with a mix of fear and curiosity, before pulling out the ring box and opening it. He glanced up at me with a look of “Is this what I think it is?” I took possession of the ring, grabbed his right hand, and . . . “Shit,” I sighed. “Which one is the ring finger?” “Oh, just give it to me,” he demanded with mock irritation, before snatching the ring and slipping it on his finger. Much to my surprise, it was a pretty decent fit. “Will you marry me?” I asked him. He simultaneously chuckled and sighed. Meanwhile, as I nervously awaited his response, it dawned on me for the
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