The hypnotherapist says to imagine that in the box there is something you’ve been missing all along. Your heart races. A white horse. At last. But you feel silk and lace instead. No! You want to be an adventurer, not a princess. You sigh. Somewhere, far away, a horse neighs.
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When Marion first saw the dress, she thought that it was jade organza decorated with pink, silk roses. It turned out to be cheap green netting with ambiguous polyester ruffles stitched on randomly. The wedding cake was better though, she thought, dribbling sultanas down her chin during the groom's speech.
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Somehow I don't think this is a marriage in heaven! Lovely.
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