Alyse swished through the open door in a frenzy of ivory organza, her strawberry blonde hair escaping from giant curlers as she strode across the room to the mirror. One by one she unrolled the curlers and tossed them and her bouquet onto the dresser. She knew she shouldn't have tried for curls; her fair, pin-straight hair had never held so
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my only qualm is the name of the groom. i mean, c'mon-- benjamin?! bleh. haha kidding, of course. well... not really. but loves it. keep 'em comin!
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