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She didn't expect much. A few awkward winks, maybe a man holding a fish in his profile picture.

She had Tom. And the cake was excellent. kissmatures bridget

“Well,” she said. “That’s a first.” She didn't expect much

Bridget arrived twenty minutes early. She’d worn her good cashmere sweater – not the one she’d mended twice, but the soft dove-gray one. Her hands were trembling. Ridiculous, she thought. I am not a girl at her first dance. kissmatures bridget