Down the center of the stairs just below us, there is a tunnel with a mass of people on either side. Several are shaking poster boards with hearts on them. Others are throwing rice at a couple—who are clasping hands and running through. Everyone cheers. As the couple ahead of us reach the concrete sidewalk, the mass turns their expectant, jubilant faces on us. Will pauses. Looks at the notarized paper that, I now realize, looks very much like a marriage certificate. Then at me. His blue eyes hold a mirthful question. In response, I smile. “Well, at least there are no doves.” And without
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