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13 ноября 2017 г., 15:38
He pressed my palm to his lips as if his face were freezing and my hand the only warmth. “Marry me, Marina. You will, won’t you?”
I laughed out of sheer happiness, the lunacy of it all. “But what shall be our wedding ring?”
“How about Saturn? He’s got rings to spare.” He reached up and pretended to grab Saturn out of the starry sky in one enormous fist and slid the ring onto my finger. “A perfect fit.”
And so we were wed.
