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Something Borrowed, Something Blue  
by C.R.M. Nilsson

Rain on a wedding always means luck, my gran always told me. Luckily this was only a slight drizzle. Our clothes weren’t in any danger from the weather. Considering the heat, it felt rather nice.

Getting the rice out of my hair later was hard work for you. What? Do I have to romantic to have a wedding? Okay, I might’ve got a little teary-eyed, a little choked-up when exchanging vows, but getting sentimental over rice in my hair? No, thank you.

Best memory from our wedding night is the sound of rain against the roof as we played Scrabble.


Copyright C.R.M. Nilsson 2010

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