okay picture this: you are taking a Sunday stroll with a loved one through New York City. You feel her gloppy goopy sweat on her hand. You are in love. Suddenly, as you reach the very same fountain you met her at 4 years ago, she turns to you and slowly lowers herself to one knee. You cant help but squeal like a dirty little piggy with excitement. She reaches into your pocket and you can see her fumble around in her pocket. You hear the sound of sticky icky soda covered pennies jinglin and a' janglin around. Finally she pulls out a small black box. You know exactly what she's about to say to you. Your eyes meet. And finally, fleeing from her mouth like a worm from the dirt, she says, "Cheese'd to meet you!"

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