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They cut the cake and gave a smile that would last longer than the marriage. He held her hand whilst she closed her eyes and thought of tumours and the Orient Express. The DJ crooned his cat-calls to the bridesmaids. The grandmothers wept and bid farewell to their function now lived out. Children played in the revolving rainbow lights and chased their shirt-tails in circles, grazing their knees over the varnished floor. The bride and groom danced in their sweat as two-hundred eyes opened their jewellery box of devotion, causing them to revolve forever, together, in the same old direction. For a moment they caught eyes and told each other without a word, that this was a mistake.
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
A Ceremony