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Chapter 11

Penulis: Mimi Frank
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The words hung in the air like a physical presence.

I want you to be my wife.

For a moment, nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The apartment was so quiet I could hear the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the distant sound of traffic outside.

“I’m sorry,” I said finally. “What?”

“You heard me correctly.”

“No. No, I don’t think I did. Because it sounded like you just proposed marriage.”

“I did.”

I laughed. The sound came out high and strange. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“You have to b
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