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A Wedding That Almost Happened

A Piedmont Lantern Story Well, Y’all, I’m just gonna tell you what happened right off the bat. Twenty minutes before the wedding, I found my brother kissing my fiancé. I bet that got your attention, didn’t it? It wasn’t a … Continue reading

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