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Beverly said, “Honey, we’re flying out for this. Thomas is already looking at flights to New York. And if your dad won’t walk you down that aisle, I will. You’re family now.” I cried after hanging up in my Brooklyn apartment. Daniel’s parents were ready to fly 3,000 miles for me. Mine wouldn’t drive 45 minutes from Scarsdale to Westchester.
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