Elizabeth Gee

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“Anyway, um, if we’re getting all with the heavy, I might as well mention that I want to wear my mom’s wedding dress, okay?” “Of course,” she murmured, heart aching. “I think that’s beautiful.” Tansy laughed. “They got married in the eighties. Adjust your expectations accordingly.”
The Fiancée Farce
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