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when we got home, brendon shoved me to the floor. "so you were putting out, huh?"

"n-no, i was just having a drink. then he came up to me; that's all."

"i didn't want to do it like this, but fuck, tyler." he left into our bedroom, and i was too afraid to stand back up.

he came out a few minutes later with a small velvet box in his hand, crouching in front of me.

"marry me."

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