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91. Future
Second Year, Italian Academy of Advanced Magic, 1st of April
 Guido wiped off his slight smirk and promptly knelt down in front of his girlfriend.
“Ollie, I had a dream about the future and I realised something – you can’t not be in it. Olivia Brandon will you do me the honour of being my wife?”
. . .
“GUIDO DI MARCO WE ARE TWENTY YEARS OLD I LOVE YOU BUT WH- … Why are you laughing at me? YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!”
“Look at the date, Ollie.”
Olivia turned to look at the calendar and her face went a violent shade of purple.
“I AM GOING TO KILL YOU.”
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Last edited by Daemon; 11-03-2014 at 11:14 AM.
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