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KYLE
PERRY HAD GONE down like a bucket of bricks last night. I felt alive and ready to take on the f*****g world. I needed that feeling; especially today for the wedding. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I hardly recognized myself. In the corner of the room sat my wheelchair, the one I was confined to for so long. I kept it around to remind me of the s**t I’d done—how my world could fall apart at any moment.
“Kyle, where are you?” Megan hollered from downstairs.
Taking a deep breath, I tightened my tie and slid on my tux jacket. “I’m up here, love.” The sound of her heels clanked on the marble stairs and she appeared. Her chocolate colored hair was pulled high in a bundle of curls and she had on a deep blue bridesmaid dress that flowed down to the floor. I had never seen anyo
