He had no idea what I was planning.
The next evening, I handed him a blindfold and told him I had a surprise.
He laughed, thinking it was something romantic.
I drove him across town without saying a word.
When we arrived, I helped him out of the car and led him inside.
Then I removed the blindfold.
We were standing in his sister’s living room.
Both our families were there. Close friends. People who knew us.
He looked around, confused.“What is this?” he asked.
“I’m worried about you, Sam,” I said calmly.
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