“What are you going to do with it all?” Angie asked me in bed one night. We’d just finished the best take out sushi in the city and drank a bottle of champagne while watching the newest action flick on our dinky TV.
“Hm,” I pretended to ponder, “I think I might ask my girlfriend to marry me, what do you say?”
“Rachael, are you serious?” she asked, playfully swatting my arm.
I rolled over onto my elbows and stuck my nose against hers, “of course I’m serious. Merry me Angie.”
“Of course!” she squealed placing a sloppy kiss on my lips. “Wait,” she pulled back before the good part, “what about your parents?”
“What about th...
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