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I laugh, delighted Not only have I never been in this Ferris wheel before, I’ve never been in any Ferris wheel Itexcept for the fact that it’s Damien beside me, Damien with his arm around me And now--as the basket stops at the very top--Damien reaches for the backpack he set on the floor beneath his feet
"What are you doing?" I cry "Don’t let go!" I glance out at the world around us The sun is do, and the lights fro inside a fairyland A little too high up in a fairyland, actually "Why aren’t webelow," Da trapped presents One about the size of a pack of index cards The other slightly bigger More like the size of an external DVD drive
"You brought et you anything"
He points to the hat and the shirt
"I charged those to your rooht that counts But if you don’t want the gifts …" He bends over, pretending to put therin at each other "The s it to ain I carefully peel back the paper to reveal a sold box When I pull off the lid, there are four chocolate truffles inside "You’ve had the fondue," he says "But the truffles are our specialty"
"Your company?" I ask "The one in Switzerland?"
"I told you I’d have Sylvia order sos at my mouth as I pull one out "Want a bite?"
He shakes his head "They’re all for you"
I take a bite and moan with ecstasy These are easily the chocolate equivalent of nirvana
I finish the truffle and hand the box back to Damien to carry in his pack "Thank you," I say "You really do aht you chocolates?"
"Yes," I say sincerely "And so many other reasons as well"
He kisses e
"Now this one"
I unwrap it carefully, then gasp when I see what it is An antique brass fra wear Damien had takenall around This picture ran in the paper--I have a digital copy in inal
"Oh, Dae of the two of us together "How did you get the picture?"
"Called the paper and bought a print," he says "You look exceptionally lovely in that photo I suppose that o that far," I say, wrinkling my nose "But this, this I will always cherish" Emotion squeezes my heart I’ve been at Daes have been splashed across azines and websites But this--a picture in a frame--it feels permanent and real It feels like the future