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The conversation drifts off into the cool night and instead of avidly talking about our plans for the future, we find ourselves simply staring at each other with a warm ball settling in the low of our stomachs. Neither of us wanted to break the silence; both of us sat content, knowing that for the first time in a long time, the potential of us was real.
Someone returns to our table to refill our wine glasses, speaking in a soft murmur as to not crumble the gentle nervousness between us. We must look like a sight, two adults unable to look away from the other, Cupid's arrow successfully, finally, lodged where it hurt.
"Marry me."
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The Scranton Branch
Fanfiction"I used to impress Michael with paper puns. Now...now it's just depressing knowing how much I know about paper." --- Jim Halpert is in love with the receptionist...and his roommate. But why would you risk losing a best friend when you could lose it...
