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She breathes in, adjusting the tight cloth hiding her bare flesh from view. He fixes the uncomfortable neck tie, searching for more oxygen. Her ring finger glitters, but those objects of vows yet made quickly fall to the mahogany table before her. He's nervous, staring down the aisle, impatient to see his bride. She pulls the veil from her dark hair, ignoring the trails of tears sliding down her cheeks. The music begins, and each bridesmaid filters in. She pulls the heels from her feet, slips from the room, and heads for the exit. His heart beats frantically. The cool autumn air is welcoming, freezing her wet face. The music continue