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“Georgia Rae Layton, I've loved yous since the very first day I set eyes on you and your pink polka dot knickers. You are my world. I know we're young, but I love you, Gia. I want to make beautiful babies with you. I know people are going to be against this, but they don't know what we know, and they don't feel what we feel. I want to grow old with you, G, and I want to marry you. Please, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

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The Story of Us

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