#317
Ginny, I love you because you didn't say a word as I slowly
wound down
the mountain in the dark after our sleigh ride and dinner
last night.
Not one word when I pulled over and let those more daring
whip by us.
Not a peep as I took each darkened 180 degree turn as if
there might be a two-headed, fire-breathing dragon waiting on the other side.
You sat quietly as I clutched the wheel and got us down
safely.
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