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.I'd managed (I think) to hang on to myhumanity.A little, anyway.And I wanted a "real" wedding.With cake, even if I couldn't eat it.Andflowers.And Sinclair slipping a ring on my finger and looking at me like I wasthe only woman in the universe for him.And me looking understated yetdevastating in smashingly simple wedding gown, looking scrumptious and gorgeousfor him.Looking bridal.And my family and friends looking at us and thinking, now there's couple thatwill make it, there's a couple that was meant to be.And Marc having a date andJessica not being sick anymore.And my baby brother not crying once and mystepmother getting along with everybody and not looking tacky.And Antonia nothaving a million bitchy remarks about "monkey rituals" and Garrett not showingus how he can eat with his feet.And my folks not fighting and peace beingdeclared in the Middle East just before the fireworks (and doves) went up in theback yard, and everybody finding out that chocolate cured cancer.Well, what the hell.As long as I was heavily fantasizing, right?
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