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He smiled, but it faded when his eyes slid to the couple at the next table. They’d heard the waiter congratulate us.
I saw them glance at my dress, Daniel’s jacket, and our burgers. Then they shared a pitying smile.
« I married you, not your potatoes. »
« Your family would’ve cared about that, » he said.
« My family isn’t here. »
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