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I’m going to give you an envelope. Bring it to the wedding. Don’t open it. If anything happens, you make sure it ends up in the right hands.”
“You’re actually going to that circus?”
“Oh,” I said. “I wouldn’t miss it.”
Three weeks later, I stood before my mirror in a simple navy dress, Patricia’s matching blazer reflected beside me.
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