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Her "Special" Day

White dress. Vanilla Cake with fluffy icing falls to the floor. Forgotten champagne bottles remain unopened. Swish. Brooms attempt to wipe away the most obvious bruises. Caterers pack up the painful memories. Tears run freely on well-worn paths.

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American

Published: Sep 6, 2010
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