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My Idiot

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-06-14 23:43:58

MAXWELL'S POV:

"It bears repeating."

She shakes her head. But she is smiling.

I reach into my pocket. My fingers close around the ring box. The velvet is warm from being pressed against my leg for so long.

"Maxwell," she says, her voice suddenly wary. "What are you doing?"

I get down on one knee.

The carpet is scratchy under my knees. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead. There is a dried coffee stain on the floor next to me and a marker rolling across the table and a whiteboard full of her han
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