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dress torn, her mascara smudged i

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ail. Sylvia, my girlfriend, my fiancée-to-be, the vi

tering open. "Caleb?" she

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iate. "I'm so sorry. I was so stupid. It

said, my voice thick. "No

nning to propose for months, waiting for the right moment. This wasn't the right moment, but

y jacket pocket. It felt clumsy and wrong in this steril

id, my voice shaking

ked at the ring, a simple but elegant diamond I' d picke

escaping her lips.

onto her finger. It

hand. "I swear I'll never go to a party like

a craft brewery in Austin, and I was going to marry the girl of my dreams. My life in Hou