Jennifer was quiet for a moment, staring at the painting. She hadn't expected him to ever say anything about marriage, and now that he had she hadn't expected it to come out like that. And really, she sort of knew what he was getting at. But still...
"When we get back there," she said quietly, "we won't remember any of this. You won't remember that's what you... what we want."
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"When we get back there," she said quietly, "we won't remember any of this. You won't remember that's what you... what we want."