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Gazing at the full bouquet of blood red roses she held close to her chest, she suddenly startled as a rather broken and haunting wedding song started playing in the background.
Eyes wide and with a small gasp she gazed around her, looking at the sea of broken, old and empty chairs placed on either side of the aisle she was slowly walking upon.
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