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Some leaned forward. Some gripped the armrests. My mother, still standing at the edge of the platform, looked at me with something between fear and exhaustion.
I looked at her. $40,000. That’s what my wedding was worth to you, Mom. That’s what my life was worth.
Not my happiness, not my choices. $40,000 from a woman who wanted to buy a bride for her continue reading …
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