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We swore under the emerging stars and night sky at dusk. Feet bare, sinking into the cooling, golden sand. Waves lapped behind us, and the sun's dying rays skimmed the ocean's surface with brilliant flashes of orange. 

You swore to stay for the better, the worse, in sickness, in health, 

Until death. 

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