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All morning, I’m on cloud nine.

“‘Here comes the bride…’” I find myself humming, laundry in hand. Then I smack myself mentally. It’s way too early to think about that, idiot!

Or is it?

“Well, it’s not like Matvey proposed,” I say out loud. “Right?”

Inside my belly, Nugget keeps snoozi...

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