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We arrived at the apartment and were in and out. I washed off my makeup and changed into sweats so that i could be comfortable. Grayson did the same. The drive to the airport was uneventful, we had already checked in so we went straight to the private lounge area where we could have a few drinks before departure. We ordered our drinks and then put our phones down.
"You got the ring babe and i cannot be happier for you," i gushed. He grinned with his bright eyes shining, "I had my lucky charm with me," he said coyly. A few weeks back he had taken my gold chain and said it would bring him luck. He claimed that they lost the previous game because he had forgotten it but he had made sure he was wearing it for the super bowl. "Can't believe you think that piece of metal has more luck than me," I said teasing him". "It is what it is," he responded. I smiled at him grateful that we could have this time together. "It will be so good to just get away from home and j
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