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Marcus’s hands were warm.
By the power vested in me by the state of Tennessee, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Marcus kissed me. 200 people stood.
The applause was louder than the string quartet had ever been. Someone whistled. Someone cheered.
And in my head, a sentence replayed. My mother’s voice. We can still fix this.
Donna. Derek is waiting continue reading …
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