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She was everything I always wanted, or so I thought. All my brothers flew in for the wedding. I was lucky enough to find someone who loved me and on cloud nine. I wasn’t even nervous leading up to the ceremony. The music began to play. Holy shit, I’m getting married. In March of nineteen-eighty-nine…
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I took a seat at my regular booth in the diner. The last one, in the corner along the window. I liked looking out and seeing who was coming in. I had just finished my breakfast and was working on my third cup of coffee as I was reading the paper when the bell above…
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