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 Here we go again. The previous 2 words were pre-graduate and anadromous.

    Mendelssohn's march rang clear across the venue as the main doors were pulled open. The violins sang joyfully as she stepped into everyone's view.

    Her dress flowed across the dusk blue runner, making my love look like she was floating down the river styx. The petals the darling girls skipped about showering matched the embroidery cascading down from her bodice. 

    As she looked at me, her face beamed. Her unbridled joy seeped out of every pore, unfortunately, it was shadowed by her handmaidens' displeasure and disgust. They looked as though they were seeing her to the gallows, not the altar. 

    When I laid out my hand for my soulmate, the smallest of her friends tried to tug her back. "No-" she quietly stuttered, "-you don't have to do this."

    My love only smiled prettily at them. Her eyes focused on the poor girl and challenging.

    As she took my hand she stood tall. The pale blue of my skin is so much cooler than that of her peachy hue. Soon we would match. She turned her head away from her friend to address the congregation. "You are right. I do have to do this." turning her head back her eyes caught mine, "but I want to. I choose to. My love, I am yours." As her smile softened, she took my face between her palms and led me to her. "And you, my darling death, are all mine." her smile became possessive as she leaned in to kiss me sweetly. Her peachy skin became a dewy grey "Forever and always," 

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