"But he was so young!"
his mother cried woefully,
to the bride's chagrin.
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I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil
A Few Moments More
You’ll give it one more minute, and then you’re headed back inside. It’s pretty chilly out, after all. Not that that’s a real issue - you’ve stood out here for longer, and in colder weather. The snow is nearly gone already; tiny, dirt-stained islands of the stuff form a shrinking archipelago dotting the sea of green that is your backyard. Striations of sunlight dance through the trees at the edge of the woods and paint the scene in a camouflage of brown, green, and gold.
By Gabriel Huizenga6 days ago in Fiction
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And this is why the groom's mother should never be invited to their wedding! Lol!