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When the Priest bound their hands, at their bizarre, disorganised, beautiful wedding – the same Priest who would Christen their children – I realised it was all I would never have.
Twice, it hadn’t been right.
Twice, I’d shrunk from the question.
And instead, I would stand, years from now, bound in sequins and red cloth, shaming my [...]

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