When we found her, she had squeezed her small body under a pile of garbage. Her head was shoved in a broken piece of plywood. Later, we found out this is because she thinks no one will find her if her head is hidden.
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Holding my breath too soon, I had to gasp for air when she asked me the final question.
“Who is your Savior?”
You know the scene: a glowing bride walking down the aisle with all eyes held fast, hearts slowing as the onlookers are captivated by her radiance. Yet there I was, standing in a bridal shop in a gorgeous gown, trying my hardest to keep glowing as he stared downwards at a piece of paper in his hand.
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