The boy was walking with the girl again. And this time she was on his arm. His heart was beating like a fire alarm. He was ready to talk now, to tell her how he loved her. The words were ready, bursting his soul. But her hand was cold, and her arm was as still as dry sticks. Her face was frozen in a smile that had nothing to do with him. He was too late. He had missed his chance when they were in Eden by the river. He was alone, all alone. He left her and sat down. His mind was blank, sensitive only to masses of sound and color. “Who gives this woman in marriage?” said the minister. The boy
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Not what I expected...
