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  <description>Andy was so nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and Ted had taken a weekend away together-- of course, it was completely coincidental from an outsider&apos;s point of view, they just &lt;i&gt;happened&lt;/i&gt; to travel to France at the same time. In any case, it didn&apos;t really matter, because no one in this part of France had any idea who she was or who he was, so they were free to do whatever they liked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, that meant getting married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Andy was a little nervous, adjusting the crown of flowers in her hair and stepping out of the room to clasp Ted&apos;s hand, so they could be married. &lt;i&gt;Married.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents were going to murder her.</description>
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