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Chapter 0599

“Karl.”

“Abby.”

He’s standing in a small clearing, surrounded by rose bushes and flickering candles. Behind him is a small gazebo upon which a lone violinist is playing a beautiful classical piece. Karl holds his arms open to me, and I jog up to him, giggling in his embrace.

“What’s all this?”
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