(Abby is trying to construct the timeline in her head, but only for a moment. She gives up quickly. The Granitefell thing... that is actual romance. Just hearing it makes her feel kinda funny, it's so private, like something out of a book. She doesn't know what to say for a moment; before she was reacting to something almost insubstantial and now, suddenly, it's a whole thing. It's I love you and it was unbearable when you died at Granitefell, what the hell.)
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So — a spring wedding?
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