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... ffice as I sat across from Noah, my hands wrapped around a steamingly hot cup of coffee.
The wedding preparations were in full swing, flowers ordered, venue confirmed, dress hanging in my closet. But there was something weighing on my heart, something I needed to address before I could fully embrace this new Chapter of my life.
"Noah," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need to talk to you about something."
He looked up from his laptop, his expression immediately ...
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