2 years later...
"I, Mercy Walter, take you, Brendan Mitchelle, for my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part."
And her momma cried.
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Perfect
PoetryShe has to be perfect, she has to be. she has to. Maybe then, he'll love her. Skinny is pretty, pretty is perfect, pretty girls ...