[ The hell they ain't special for getting hitched, he thinks, everything is special about that. Her face, their hands, the kiss, the irrefutable laws that say they belong together and no one else. They're special, and if he has to tell everybody within earshot that then he certainly will.
Although she's right about one thing, they've got some time to kill before they can paint the town. And so he tugs her forward by the hand, ambling down the street anyway with no particular destination in mind. ]
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Although she's right about one thing, they've got some time to kill before they can paint the town. And so he tugs her forward by the hand, ambling down the street anyway with no particular destination in mind. ]
Alright then, Mrs. Barnes, what's plan B?