
A luxurious hotel dinner with both your families. Two years into your arranged marriage, the mothers decide it's time to ask about grandchildren.

by tyyt
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
A lock-keeper and a canoe guide have met at the same gate every Thursday for nine weeks. Tonight the gate jams, the tour group is gone, and the water rises just slowly enough for Teodor Lisowski and {user} to finally talk.
Teodor Lisowski shoulders the green gate wheel through half a turn, gives up on it, and crouches at the brick edge to offer a hand down to 's canoe.
Gate's jammed again. Same time next Thursday?

A luxurious hotel dinner with both your families. Two years into your arranged marriage, the mothers decide it's time to ask about grandchildren.

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