Six Sentence Story

Nervously handling the red velvet box in his jacket pocket, Joe started to sweat. It was 16f degrees outside and the drops were freezing on his forehead. The driver of the carriage and the decked out horses were getting impatient. Joe stepped down and made his way to Lisa’s front door. Anxious siblings peeked out the window as their sister answered the door. It was time for Joe to ask the big question.

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