the wedding
It was my friends wedding. I sat at a round table with just one other girl. I didn’t know her. We were served round pies. The girl had pages of newspaper out on the table, which I thought was quite rude. Our server was a young girl, a bit shy and awkward but sweet nonetheless. I was somewhat attracted to her. It seemed like she knew me from before, but I don’t remember from where. The groom was walking around by himself tending to things. When he came by I asked him about the clanging of glasses and if that meant he had to kiss the bride. He didn’t respond. I picked up my glass and starting hitting it with my knife. Others in the room noticed what I was doing and started doing the same. The clanging got louder. He walked back to his table and kissed the bride.
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