Alice MunroShe did not have time to wonder about his being late. He died bent over the sidewalk sign that stood out in front of the hardware store... He had not even had time to get into the store...
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A man, who was a great fan of his, decided to propose to his beloved. He went to the jewelry store and bought a beautiful ring for her. He had time to get back to her house and present her with the ring before she had time to wonder why he was late.
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