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Brandon kept his hand on my back.
And my father sat alone.
When everything was ready again, the officiant smiled gently.
“We’ll start over.”
So we did.
From the beginning.
I cried through my vows.
Brandon cried through half of his.
Half the church cried with us.
By the time we were pronounced husband and wife, everyone looked emotionally exhausted.
The applause that followed felt like relief.
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