The Wedding Disaster

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nt, she had a strong grip on the h

tarred floor

she looked up and saw the parked cars and concerned faces staring down at her

e if you’re not going to lend a helping hand

the stains on her ash overall, trying

d mouths mumbling their concerns, as she tried

from Maple Street onto the main h

she was a sucker for breaking law

her. “The st

turned onto the highway, cause

apped her shoulder. “Excuse me, ma’am.

looking, prim, and impeccable. He had a boyish c

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“And who would you be?” She asked, dippin

as he tried to explain. She

ing at the red car, “with that..” she paused, making a fa

n’s face in a split second, but he quickly masked

ould compensate you for the dam

at do you mean we?” Without waiting for a response,

inuously without getting a response. The young man tur

people were arseholes. “What’s all the ruc

ed at the rearview

we hit. She’s bein

don’t we just pay her for the

at the voice. “I tried that already,

terrupted by another round of continuous rap on the windshield. He tu