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Fleeing the Ceremony

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The church bells were ringing, signaling my fated future. Guests milled about, eager to celebrate a union that I, with every fiber of my being, disdained. I stood at the back, hidden in a sea of floral arrangements and https://aronyqvj984032.bloggactif.com/profile

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