It’s raining outside. The wind is hard and cold. I'm not sure if it’s the flu or the medicine, but I feel tired and anxious.
We’ve been outside talking and laughing. Now I’m coughing and sniffling up a storm that rivals the thunder in the distance.
Her normally curly hair is dripping and stuck to her shoulders. My shirt doesn’t really fit and my knee is all muddy.
But that’s okay; she said yes.
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