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    I’m not certain ime ed into t gently ed t fingers. ited me test of gifts today, as if for free, and after so muc a profound toed Alla an intense curiosity,  of erious balance t sadness and pity for Eniser, I er. I o spring into action  t!

    Flustered, but  a piece of paper. Unable to speak and expecting t, my insides were c as I read:

    If t going to be a bride’s procession, I’m not getting married—Shekure.

    Grabbing S by ted o my lap. I o o my dear Sing, “As you erate barber? So, ed reserve, I .” Still wher was doing.

    “he’s sleeping.”

    I no S, t me and my Enis, of course, suspects ot a pity! I forced a kiss upon , displeased. During t me ility from a distance.

    Since S be leaving o ternal ting. Naturally, I ion to bedeck my ives and  at S gate mounted on t ed tanbul (one ered as . Mounted upon my  day, I knocked at my beloved Se as if poised to take o another life.

    to e, I presented a generous tip. S-red reamers flos, and ss of “May God protect ed a second  t minute, began to play a slo out on its way.

    As our o saunter, I understood t Sacle for tials. Our procession, o tire neig t moment, ially secured everyone’s approval, tralizing any future objections to our marriage. Nevert o c been left to me, I’d ,  telling a soul,  a ion; I’d  and defending terward.

    I led tride my fickle ale ced to ambusyard gate. I noticed rangers stopped and s,  completely understanding all t ranspiring. In t area entionally entered, I