So there's plenty of shiny, colorful stones on the Cape May seashore in New Jersey. On the outside, some look like plain, foggy white stones, but when polished, they become Cape May diamonds.
One of those diamonds, just one, was handpicked and fitted in my mother's engagement ring, and lifted to me in front of St. George's statue in East Berlin tonight. I was daydreaming about the day Cleveland will be as bike friendly as Berlin and he caught me off guard. And the man who fell to his knees on that cobblestone, he is the one man God handpicked out of all the beautiful people of the world for me to share the rest of my life with. Evan Cecil Howe, my fiance.
A fish jumped out of the Spree river for joy, and of course, I cried.
Also, I was drinking an Orange Fanta. The bottle is 0,5 liters!
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