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Renesmee
I was crying. Jacob knelt down on one knee, looking up at me with hope in his eyes. In his hands was a small, velvet box. It was opened to reveal a dhahabu ring with rubies scattered around the surface.
"Will wewe marry, me? I've been waiting for this moment for seven years, and I can't wait any longer," he alisema in a mushy-lover's voice.
I couldn't either. I threw myself at him, kissing him. I felt warmer. He stood up, holding me tighter and tighter. Then he broke away.
"Let's put up the tent," he alisema excitedly.
After he slid the ring on my left ring finger, we worked real hard to put up...
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