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The Rose and the Red

Overtures are made. Music happens. Blame Canadian Mist and Mountain Dew. Blame the mix not the brew. I sat there stretched out in cummerbund, the circular table overflowed, sweet buns, wedding cake, something thrown, bridesmaids dancing in high heels and … Continue reading

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