It was ever so gently pointed out to me in an email that I'd been remiss of late in my proposals to impossibly famous (or not-so-famous) men who don't even know I'm alive. So, in keeping with the spirit of my quest:
Hey, Ian Rankin, will you marry me?
Hey, Ian Rankin, will you marry me?
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Strains of Bewitched
Sounded a bit like...
"Calling Dr. Bombay, Calling Dr. Bombay"
(at least to me....long week)
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