(I sit at the bar downtown, having a drink to celebrate my latest accomplishment. I eye the man behind the bar. He wasn’t the one who served me my drink, but he was the only one who held my interest. But not for the reason someone would think. You walk over to me and I looked at you with my green eyes.) I have a proposition for you… Marry me. (I say bluntly, looking at you with a plain stare)
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