"You're not going to dignify that with a reply."
We are passing over the brown wet flatness of the North Arm of the Fraser River.
"Christopher", he says, and then pauses as I take the right hand turnoff to the airport.
"Christopher...", and now i am turning up Grarden City Way..
"Marry me, Chris."
"We've only known each other for ten days...."
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