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The Patchwork Heart
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Complete, First published May 24, 2021
I will never forget the moment my entire world fell apart.  It was June 7th, 2014.  I was preparing for my grad twelve graduation.  My dress was a beautiful deep purple with silver beads around the bodice.  Dexter, my boyfriend's tie was a deep purple to match against his cheap black rental tux and black shirt.  Though I hadn't seen him in his outfit yet, I knew he would clean up good.  My mom and I were on our way back from Saskatoon.  My dress had finally come back from the seamstress with the alterations done.  It was a cool day with overcast clouds in the sky.  It felt like any other day, little did I know it would change me forever.
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