I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. She sat down awkwardly and helplessly on one of the little stools by her table and covered her face with her hands. The ring's yours, and you're mine.
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