I spun and spun, the tears streaming down my face until someone swept me into his arms, and I opened my eyes to see Micah spinning me around as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He planted his forehead to mine, smiling gently as I started laughing, the saxophone vibrating throughout the room. “If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life,” we sang, “never make a pretty woman your wife…” And he spun and spun, and I started laughing so hard as I hugged him to me, catching sight of everyone else by the door watching us. They must’ve heard the music, too. God, I didn’t care. I punched my fist
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