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They had hired out a band who had somehow sounded a lot better when they
had come to give a demonstration in the small living room of their
townhouse. The band, named "Ye Olde Merry Ales" consisted of a farmer, his
wife, their teenage son, their teenage son's best friend, and their teenage
son's best friend's dog.
Anne didn't notice. She was the sole bride now, dancing alone with her new husband Fred, surrounded by people gazing on. Fred, she reflected, just didn't seem to be getting into it. His eyes seemed glazed, not concentrating properly on the dance. When she tried to kiss him, he responded, but half heartedly, as if his mind was on something else. The wedding reception had gone on for five hours before Anne decided it was time to go home. Fred was throughly miserable, sitting on the dusty stairs sucking on a wine bottle. "Come on, we'd better go home soon." Anne said, trying to pull him away by the arm." "But Astra!" "You know what? I bet she'll be waiting at home for us. I bet you anything." Fred didn't look too convinced, but followed Anne out of the door to a coach she had discreetly called for before.
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