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The weeks flew by and before I knew it, the wedding day was upon us. My parents argued for days before the wedding but I was getting stronger each day so my father gave in to my mother’s wishes and we went to the wedding.
I refused to put on a suit for the wedding so instead I wore jeans and a new button up shirt my mother had bought for the occasion. She made me wear black lace ups instead of the boots I usually wore.
I got the surprise of my life when we got to the church though. The groom and the best men stood outside decked out in their t
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