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Oh. My. God! I’m dying. No, let me rephrase that. I’m dead. And I can’t be dead, there’s a part 14.
I need to shock myself. Clear!! *Zap!* Okay, I’m back. This was simply amazing.
Anybody ever tell you you have a way with words? 🙂
I’m teary-eyed and happy at the same time. The laws so have to change.
“And should the laws change again,” she husked, “maybe we can renegotiate.”
Sniff.
I love this.
Ok, I totally predicted that (in my head hehe). So sweet. Great work as usual. 🙂
her expression suggested she would have eaten it in a heartbeat if she didn’t want to watch Lindsay do it. – Rowr!!!
Ooh, a box eh?
The gift reveals were awesome.
“Let me go out on a limb. Mostly Claire,” she indicated the book still in her hand. “Mostly Jill,” she nudged the box of blue lace with her knee. – Hehehehe
“I want to give you everything that you need,” she quietly admitted. But that wasn’t all. Her jaw tightened and she felt helpless not to confess everything. “…so you never have a reason to leave me.” – Awww *meep*
OK, the first part of the proposal was ridiculously sweet. Like, glisteny-eyes poke-in-the-heart sweet. And the formal proposal upped it to a heart squeeze and required a discreet wipe of the eyes.
God, I fucking hate Prop 8. Just… it makes me wanna scream and cry and hit something all at the same time.
*sigh*
I so love this.. youre an awesome writer..
thank you!