My hands were shaking when I finally met my teen idol, the singer whose poster I
always had over my bed.
Her soft voice and carefully outstretched
hand gently beckoned to the scruffy, scared
puppy on living the streets.
The bride saw a single dreary cloud in the
sky and resigned herself to a wet wedding,
her perfect day dampened.
His sandcastle — if you could even call it
that — looked like a misshapen mound of
sand that a two-year-old had thrown onto
the beach.
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mocking
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