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Rome, Italy

Dear Clarice, Who knew I would see you? Who knew how I would feel? Who knew I would meet you? Who knew I’d fall in love with this beautiful masterpiece? Who knew that my life would be displaced to say the very least? Who knew that this is not going to be easy? Who knew that if you forget this is real, all you’d have to do is squeeze me? Who knew that you would change my life? Who knows that I want you to be my wife? He does!

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