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Now, as I stared out of the cold windows of my room, I spotted the discordant spaces. The jagged edges. Waves crashed too loudly. The light was too bright. Condensation clung to my windows. I watched a single drop of water make a slow run from the top of a pane to the bottom, and I felt like I was fracturing somewhere critical and irreparable.
How to Say I Do
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