The Proposal

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London, England I flexed my arms and legs without opening my eyes. Gabe's bed was specially made for athletes, I think? His caretaker placed a very soft comforter on it last night. She also gave me two blankets, a silk that I should place over my skin. A cotton blanket that I will use as a cover after the silk, it was weird but it felt good. I searched my phone under my pillow, found it then turned it on. I was about to open my Dad's email when Gabe spoke. "I see that you missed your phone." He sounded odd, I sat up and looked at him. He was standing at the foot of my bed. Well, this was his bed and he made me sleep here last night before he went to work. "When I was in D.C., phone privileges were limited, I was always asleep during weekends." I explained. "Well, I think your phone is

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