At the top of the lift, we jump off and ski over to the side. I tell him to find someone to take our picture, and for some reason he asks the photographer instead of a fellow skier. And again, I should have known, but for some reason, I didn't register it. I guess I thought he figured if we liked the professional one, we would buy it and if not, we could get another one the next ski lift ride up. We take off our skis, and still I should have realized it but I didn't, which is evidenced by the fact I left my ski helmet on during the rest of what was about to happen, the proposal.
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