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Perspiration beaded on Frank's brow, as he watched the clock on the wall tick away the seconds.
Thirty more seconds, and then it's all over, he thought, anxiously.
Whatever the outcome, he'd done his best; no one could ever take that from him.
Twenty seconds to go; all bets were off, and if he'd made the wrong choice, this was going to blow up in his face.
Ten seconds.
He rubbed his sweaty palms on his legs, rocking nervously.
He'd never made dinner for his girlfriend before, and combining it with his planned proposal had made this venture unbearable.

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