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Behind the Venue, My Husband Handed Me a Scrapbook Pulled From the Dumpster

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Inside, warmth and perfume and the scent of an unreasonable number of flowers. Crystal chandeliers. Gold-rimmed place settings. A jazz trio in the corner playing music that cost more per hour than I made in a day. And Barbara, appearing from within the crowd like something orchestrated, her floor-length silver gown catching every available light, her continue reading …

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