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I open my wardrobe door and take out a wedding dress.
Now, it's a few sizes too small - comfort eating, they call it.
Originally it was a hire dress, but circumstances dictated that I would have to own it... whatever the cost.
April, Lydia, and Harriet never did get to wear their bridesmaids dresses.
While I never got to hear the peel of the church bells, or to feel the confetti falling upon me like multi-coloured snow.
I can still vividly recall the sound of the stolen car, as it mounted the pavement and hit my fiancé head on.

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