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“Yes, and I’m sure whoever your future wife would be will have to learn how to court a man just so she can end up with you,” cut in Pat, as she brought the glass of water to Diwana, who was now sitting up against the bed’s metal headboard and eating the small hard biscuits, one by one. “Otherwise, you might end up being single for the rest of your life.”

“I actually find it hard to believe that a good-looking, courteous, and intelligent young man like you would end up being unmarried,” said Diwana with a giggle. “Although, no, just to clarify, I’m not interested in you, no offense intended.”

“Oh, such a shame, Miss Diwa. I happen to believe, along with many other people in this company, that whoever will marry you eventually would be a very lucky man.”

“What?! You actually talk about me here at the lumberyard?”

“Of course, and there is always that little guessing game of ours at who the lucky man might be. And we don’t seem to have any real contenders until lately…”

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