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Lucy put the final touches on Samantha's hair as Francesca added lip gloss to her already lined and colored lips. "Fran, I hope you used waterproof makeup. You know we are all going to cry buckets. We're women. It's what we do." Lucy smirked at her friends. Samantha had been weepy for days. Lucy had her own ideas about that, but she kept it to herself. "Now you know I am not the crying type, Lucy," Francesca replied. "Yeah, right. Tell that to someone who hasn't been to the last five weddings with you for the club. The minute you have a seat, the waterworks start. Today will be especially bad because Samantha is a close friend of ours." Lucy snarked back. "Guys, please. This is not helping. I'm so nervous that I think I'm gonna puke." Samantha said, fanning herself. "No you're not. Th
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