He walked out of that recording booth. We wrapped cords and walked to the truck. I don't remember if we walked in silence or if he was making small talk and I wasn't really paying attention. But as he started the engine, I blurted out, Ok, I'll marry you.
He stopped. He looked. And with the biggest goofiest grin you can think up in your mind, he laughed out, Really?!
And with a grin equally as big and a heart full and about to burst, I replied, Yes, really.
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