Date: 2018-06-04 12:24 am (UTC)
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Sinthia kissed his cheek and went to go get the papers she'd been writing on all afternoon; they had corrections and plenty of editing marks on them by now, but around all those were lines of script she'd kept.

"I was thinking about what we'd say to each other," she began, "And I wanted the words to be personal and reflect us. So I wrote vows...I hope you don't mind that. And like them." Sinthia handed over the sheets for him to read.
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