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left before the bouquet toss. Walked through the lobby past the harpist, who was playing something I didn’t recognize. The valet brought my car, a ten-year-old Corolla with 140,000 miles on it, and I sat in the driver’s seat with the engine running and the windows down.
Ethan.
“Hey. Dad’s acting weird. Mom said you gave him money? What’s continue reading …
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