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i’ll be eight-seven, you’ll be eighty-nine, i’ll still look at you like the stars that shine

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Amy looked into the mirror, on the verge of crying from happiness. "Please someone say something for me to not cry, I can't have this makeup ruin now. It looks too good to get ruined, and I'll cry even more if it gets ruined."

Rosa looked at her, and thought for a moment. "I think Charles sorted the menu with food, I mean it only makes sense."

She turned around to one of her three bridesmaids, "You're supposed to make me feel better. Now, you just made me feel worse."

She then laughed, "Okay... Now, do you want to put on your dress?"

Jake ran through before she could answer, "What are you doing here?!"

He started breathing quicker after a minute, "There's an emergency. We need to get outta here, stat."

Her eyebrow raised, "I'm sure it can wait until after we get married."

He sighed in annoyance at that, "It cannot. There's a bomb, and Teddy is here to sort it out."

She didn't say anything for at least a whole minute, but when she did she only said two words. "Wait, what?!"