"I will pick you up at 7:00 PM. Luv U!", said the card with a bunch of red roses. She started thinking. Is this the day? Will he pop the question today? I hope he takes me to the same place where we met for the first time. I hope he books the same corner table. I hope there is nobody on the adjacent table. But I hope that fan does not creak this time? And the doorbell rang again. It was the same boy who delivered the roses. “Sorry madam, those flowers are for the apartment above yours”.
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