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... wooden platform that held the proposal. Around us, people murmured, pointing excitedly at us.
My heart pounded in my chest as he drew closer. His usual confidence was replaced by an endearing nervousness that made him look younger and more vulnerable. He carried a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine, the rarest of flowers you'd ever see in our world.
I can't believe he remembered. Of course he had. We'd spent countless nights in the garden as teenagers, where I'd told him how the ...
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