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pounding, and let him pass without a word.
When I returned to my pew, my hands were steady but cold. I held my purse in my lap like it contained a living thing.
The choir’s voices rose again, filling the church with sweetness that felt almost mocking.
I stared at the altar and thought:
So this is who you are now.
The ceremony hadn’t even begun, and already continue reading …
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