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You took me to the botanical gardens in Ann Arbor one day, on a whim. We skipped the couple dollar entry fee and decided to walk through the park instead. We followed the blue arrows for a few miles. About halfway through the hike, you bent over and picked up a plastic packaging for a two-pack of frosted donuts, carried it the rest of the way out woods, and threw it away when we got back to the parking lot. I was in love with you.