When the diplomas finally arrived in the mail, we placed them on the kitchen counter and stared at them as if they were about to disappear.
“Look at us,” Noah said. “Two orphans with papers.”
A year later, he proposed to me.
Not in a restaurant, nor in front of a crowd.
I laughed, then I cried, and then I said yes before he could back out.
He got involved in…
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