Don’t Feed the Birds
The morning of my wedding, the sky was clear, a plane of burning blue. My evening suit hung out on a coathanger over the closet…
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The morning of my wedding, the sky was clear, a plane of burning blue. My evening suit hung out on a coathanger over the closet…
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