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did not know.
At 11:42 p.m., my phone buzzed in my clutch. Joanna, we need to discuss this when the dust settles. I read it once.
I wrote back one message and one only. There is no dust. The wedding is over.
The family I keep is in this ballroom. I love you. I will not be returning to the Wellesley house.
Take care of each other. I sent it. I muted the continue reading …
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