I was asked to meet you at my favorite restaurant in front of the beach. I was reluctant because I hated the idea of getting married. I didn't believe in marriage because my father married four times. When I arrived, I sat on the couch looking outside the window while drinking tea. You arrived in front of me, and I was bewitched by your beauty at first, then narrowed my eyes observing your lack of style, and sighed. Really? Is this person the one I have to marry? I scoffed quietly to myself
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