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“Kurt, I’m so glad you called.  I have to talk to you.  Something wonderful has happened and I want you to be the first to know even though I’m not supposed to tell anyone yet, but I can never keep a secret and this is too big to be kept a secret anyway.”  Kurt allowed for another laugh or two from Becky before she continued, “While we were in the Solomon Islands one night in our hotel right after we came back upstairs from dinner our entire room was decorated in roses and balloons.  I first couldn’t figure out what was going on but when I turned to Darren he got down on one knee and proposed to me.  I was so dumbfounded I didn’t know what to say.  I actually left him hanging there for a few seconds before he asked me again and told me he wouldn’t get up until he got an answer.  Of course I said yes.”  Becky giggled again.  “Darren and I are getting married.”

Kurt paused for a second to let the information sink in.  “Wow, that’s great,” he said.

The call ended shortly afterwards.  Moments later pink elephants danced around the room.


 

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