SENIOR YEAR

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It was the summer before senior year when it happened...

He spread the blanket out on the wet grass and sat down the picnic basket. He turned around and smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back.

We started eating the imperfect sandwiches and laughed at what terrible cooks we were. Once we were finished, we packed the remnants of food that were left. I turned around to walk back to the car when he grabbed my arm.

I turned around and faced him as he got down on one knee. I couldn't believe it was finally happening...

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