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| Mischief Managed |
He stood in church waiting. “Women,” he
thought. Then she arrived, all in white, and walking slowly. The agony… When
she reached the end of the aisle, she didn’t look at him. “We are gathered
here…” and he just wanted to run away. “… take this man to be…” and then
silence. It was her turn. She hesitated, looked at the priest, looked at him,
and after a pause blurted out… “No.” A murmur was heard throughout the hall. “No?!”
All of a sudden, he wanted to marry her, just out of spite. But he didn’t. She
ran away.
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