Ninety-Nine Weddings and a Funeral for Love

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"Southern Belle" upbringing kept a

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different

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side me, his eyes already scanning the

, an excuse, a new dra

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it hap

ring or a sudd

previously hidden behind floral

ed through

er face streaked with artful te

amplified through the church's sound system. "I have to auctio

"Tiffany's Heartbreak Aucti

ent bid:

snapped towar

filled with a raw, protective fury

breathed, hi

with a bone marrow donation years ago,

el, his true love, ev

to me, but to

one. I nee

other gripped my arm,

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't look

She saved my life. I

, fingers already fly

d towards the screen, as if Tif

eam's bid co

nd to her chest, eye

an musi

nd suffocating,

om me, towards the exit, phone pressed to his ear,

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t Southern Belle mas

ng but a vas

and scorn warring on the

mall clutch, pullin

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best friend. The tech

ne con

familiar, a stark contrast

ce low and clear. "Is o

e, then, "Always

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was complete, pu

ething in me had i

t enduring.