Cassiopeia
He made his move in the planetarium. She’d been gazing up at the outlines of Cassiopeia in the night sky, squinting to see a queen on a throne. She looked down and saw him on his knees, squeezed in front of the folding seat beside her. Did you lose something? she said. Will you marry me? he asked, holding out the ring. She laughed. She couldn’t help herself. What would she tell their children? Your father has always been ridiculous? Or maybe he’d tell the story. Your mother was always an arrogant bitch. Either way, she had to say no.
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Dope!! I don’t know how you do it. . .
This is splendid.
Thank you, William!
Another good one! This one started out fine and just kept getting better.
Thanks!