Where did you get that ring

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At 11:47, Daniel called.

I answered from my balcony, where my basil plant was somehow still alive despite neglect.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi, Claire. Is this a bad time?”

“No.”

He sounded tired.

“I wanted you to hear it from me. The wedding is not happening.”

The basil leaves moved in the warm wind.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not sure I am,” he said quietly.

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