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Diamond's Are Just Pretty Stones

“You know I love you.” He looks me in the eye. I smile back.
“I know. I love you too.” I tell him. We walk away from the movie theatre hand in hand. The butterflies rush around in my stomach. We sit down on one of the many benches. I lean on his chest and listen to his breathing. It keeps my heart calm. He traces my arm and I shiver which just makes him laugh and wrap his arms around me. This is my favorite place to be, but after awhile he gets off the bench and drags me with him. We stand by those silly quarter machines. He pulls out 75 cents. Fifty of it goes to the gumball machine. He hands me the blue one that rolls out and puts a red one in his own mouth. After about five minutes we both stick out our tounges and laugh at our dyed mouths. He places the final quarter in a new slot. As the 25 cent ring rolls down I smile shyly. I always blush at times like this. He pops open the plastic container and slides the ring onto my finger. Getting on one knee he says those four words.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes.”

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