How I (secretly) asked my husband to marry me

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I like to make origami cranes for people. Sometimes I make them for friends. Sometimes I slip them into books or the pockets of clothes destined for the charity shop, for strangers to find. I often write secret notes inside the paper, knowing they are unlikely to be unfolded. Notes like — I love you, you’ve got this, you are enough.