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photos should have been.
James proposed in October 2025, on the roof of a building I’d retrofitted two years earlier. He got down on one knee next to a seismic joint I’d designed.
I said yes before he finished the sentence.
Then I did the thing I had promised myself I wouldn’t do.
I sent the invitation.
The bridge failed.
My phone buzzed. Shelby. A photo:continue reading …
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