1. The Vampire Girl (chapter 3)


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    least until I was asleep and got up at some point. In the morning she made breakfast again, but this time I didn’t make her burn it… I told her I had to get over to the bank and take care of a few errands that couldn’t wait until dark (some places close before then, after all). She kissed me goodbye and told me to hurry back. It would have been impossible for me to be more sure about what I was about to do. I went to the bank and took out a three year signature loan to the tune of $20,000. Then I hit the jewelry stores. I found a beautiful solitaire diamond that was right at the edge of my budget and it was gorgeous. I was certain of the right ring size: I borrowed one of hers that I had seen her wear once on that finger… The lady setting the stone remarked at what tiny hands Penelope must have because this ring barely fit her pinky. I admitted that she did have small hands but didn’t give any explanations further than that. Once the stone was set and the purchase made, I put the little black box in my pocket and went to see the girl of my dreams. I went inside and she was doing some ‘light reading’ (a big history book). I said, “Penelope—I was wondering if we could have a talk.” She looked up from her book and looked at me a bit puzzled. “Surely”, she said closing the book and getting up to come over to me. I was now in the kitchen and I said that she should probably sit down. Now she had a look of genuine concern but took a seat anyway. I sat in the next chair over and was ...
    facing her. She asked me what was wrong. I had a pretty good poker face, apparently. I said, “I’ve been giving things a lot of thought. And, I think I owe it to you to be completely honest with you.” “Okaaay”, she said cautiously. “There’s a problem: I don’t think this dating ‘thing’ is going to work for me.” Tears were building fast in her eyes and I was certain her eyes couldn’t see clearly anymore. I got down on my knees and said, “Please don’t be upset with me. You see: how can I go on dating you? How can that make me happy when…what I really want…is to marry you?” I pulled out the box and opened it to her. “Penelope Lynn Adams—will you make me the happiest man in the world and be my wife?” Tears streamed down her face and she screamed, “YOU BIG JERK! I thought you were breaking up with me!” I said, “I can’t break up with you; I don’t even want to be away from you! Will you say yes?” She fell into my arms crying uncontrollably. She was again sobbing into my neck and stayed there for at least ten minutes. I thought her arms would get tired of squeezing, but they never did. As her sobs subsided but she still had her face in my neck, I asked, “Is that a yes, then?” She grabbed me by the sides of my face and kissed me forcefully and said, “Of course I’ll marry you! You big jerk!” I said, “You just made me the happiest man alive.” We knew each other for about a week when I proposed to Penelope. Our hearts knew it was the right thing, but our minds said it spelled disaster. To ...
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