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The wedding was beautiful. Exactly the way you pictured it. The cake was three tiers. The flowers were the perfect shade of your favorite color. And your dress fit like a glove. But you couldnt stop crying. Because the man at the altar wasn't him. He wasn't Bucky. And your heart knew, that it was always meant to be him you would walk to.

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