My name is Sal. I work in a box factory in Manhattan. When I first got here, this city seemed sane to me. Now -- I'm not so sure.

A woman walked into my office the other day wanting records of her company's invoices. She was stunning. I offered her coffee while she waited for me to look up the records, and we really hit it off.

Her name was Darla. I asked her to dinner that night and, much to my delight, she accepted.

We met at a cozy little Italian place for wine and pasta. Things went so well, and I was so stricken that I proposed to her right then and there. To my amazement, she accepted. Lucky I always keep a diamond ring in my pocket.

We left the restaurant to celebreate our engagement. Suddenly, A Runaway Train struck her down, killing her

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Prompt (write a story including these elements)

hero Sal
villain Runaway Train
goal Propose
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