I pace around, repeating the vow over and over. Why am I still nervous, i planned everything! I want it to be perfect for Safira With a deep breath, I start again. This time, for the first time, I get it right. No stutter, no mistake. I keep tallking, until I reach the end. I hold up the ring, slipping it on one of the sticks of the bush in front of me. I don't even realise how much it looks like a real hand. I sigh softly, saying the last line And with this ring I'll ask you to be mine...
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