“I’m not into any of this new-era shit, Pen. If you’re proposing to me, I’ll throw the fucking ring out the window, and maybe you with it—” “Jesus Christ, shut up and open it.” I steel my jaw. Give her one last warning look, then flick the box open. Immediately, my blood runs cold. Something thickens in my throat, and I can’t seem to get any words out, let alone in order. Eventually, I manage a strangled, “You’re not wearing it.” I can’t believe I didn’t notice she’s not wearing it. Her hand flies to her chest. “I’m lucky, with or without the necklace,” she says quietly. “I have you, I have
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