Fifteen

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Wednesday, October Seventeenth, Two-thousand eight.
That day was really great.
I waited for a while for him to take a step.
The night before I hardly slept.
He knelt down on one knee.
I began to cry.
Oh I'm just kidding.
I guess I shouldn't lie.
It was kinda close to that.
He sat upon cement.
As we were talking his tone was kinda flat.
I think that he was nervous, but in the end we were both content.





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