We officially moved out of our apartment in New York. We unpacked. I looked around and found out a small town is only 10 miles from the farm. We could go there for goods. I feel at home already!
One day Marco asked me, "So?" I answered, "So what?" "Everything is perfect right? The crops are grown, and the farm is now ours. Everything is perfect, right?" "Yeah, why?" "Remember what you said before we moved? After we visited your mom? You said after the crop was grown we could get married." "That was a year ago-" "You said it might take a year!" "OK, then."
We decided to get married, since I said so over a year ago. I said that we could married after the crops grew. Well, the crops are grown. So we are going to get married. Makes sense, right?
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