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to be my husband.
He looked at me with quiet disbelief. “Are you serious?”
“Completely,” I told him. “My name is Miley.”
“Stan,” he said. He let out a small surprised laugh. “And you are really offering to marry someone you just met?”
I nodded. I told him I knew it sounded strange, but I assured him I was simply a determined woman dealing with concerned continue reading …
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