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... he beauty of the woman who will spend the rest of her life with him. Christian is completely hypnotized by Zwetta ‘s incredible perfection.

“I, Christian Cyrilo Clarke, take you, Zwetta Wilson, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness, and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”

“I, Zwetta Wilson, take you, Christian Cyrilo Clarke, for being my husband to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for wor ...

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