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Cuts Like a Knife
The uncomfortable tension between the bride and groom permeated the entire dining room. Bree could feel a crawling in her skin that made every inch of her body itch. All she wanted to do was rip her skin off, but since that wouldn’t solve the problem, she did her best to ignore both of them, praying it would all be over soon, and she could get on a plane back to Nashville and never think about any of these people again.
Even the people who had no idea anything had happened between Monica and Trent could still feel the uneasiness around them. They were pretending
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