She told Harry she was an expert rider. Even rode point-to-points. Such fun, she said, tossing back her hair. She thought he’d only be a one-night stand. Not her Mr Right. Mother’s desperate to meet you, he tells her. She’d almost given up on me meeting a proper horsey girl.
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“We're on the home straight now, Stephanie.”
“I know, Dad, but I still can't believe it.”
In front of her at the end of the aisle, stood Des, head turned towards her, his handsome suited body still facing forwards.
“Just shuffle smoothly. He won't see the wood.”
Hah... Wooden leg?
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