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| Bells by Melanie-Anne |
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| Rating: G Summary: The second in a series of drabbles in response to the alphabet challenge. Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me. The characters don't belong to me. The characters don't belong to me. ::sigh:: |
This time around, everything is perfect. Instead of a cocktail waitress and blackjack dealer, the witnesses are her friends. Instead of wrinkled jeans and a dirty blouse, she has a white dress with a veil. She carries a bouquet of roses and Lindsey is a beautiful bridesmaid. This time around, she walks down the aisle sober, and the pianist can actually play the piano. The butterflies in her stomach are from excitement, not because she has morning sickness at the strangest times. This time, she hears chapel bells, not the sound of slot machines. This time, she's hit the jackpot. |
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