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'Will you Marry me?'
We walked the town exploring side streets and neighborhoods for hours. I was tired, cranky, and my feet were sore. Eight miles later Patrick finally stopped at a clearing by the water where we layed on our towels in the grass by the sand.
I closed my eyes Patrick said, "let’s practice our French." He began counting and practicing simple phrases while I continued to lay with my eyes closed absentmindedly listening to him practice.
I heard, "veux-tu m'épouser."
Confused, but thinking nothing of it I asked him to repeat it, "veux-tu m'épouser," he said again.
"Huh?" I said sitting up even more confused.
That's when I saw him with a tiny deep blue box in his hand when I finally translated for me, "Will you marry me?"