her to the hospital
with her twisted ankle,
she's grateful.
thank you, she says, thank you.
you are so kind
and caring.
we should get married
someday,
okay?
let's not ruin things, i tell her.
let me get the door
and carry you in,
get you out of this rain.
not to worry dear,
i'm sure it's only a sprain.
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