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looked up then, her eyes scanning the crowd. Her gaze landed on me. For a split second, her radiant smile faltered. Her eyes widened, a flicker of something — fear? guilt? — crossing her face.
But then, the groom, the donor, looked over too. He saw me. His eyes, the same warm brown I’d chosen for my child, met mine. There was no recognition. Just a continue reading …
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