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We had no fancy ballroom, no flowers, no string lights, and no family clapping with wet eyes.
My dress cost $12 at a thrift store.
We only had each other at a small bistro downtown, eating burgers and splitting a $40 bottle of wine we’d budgeted for over three weeks.
To me, it was perfect.
« You’re sure you don’t want the rest of my fries, Sav? » Daniel asked, pushing the red basket toward me.
« I married you, not your potatoes, » I teased.
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