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The reception washeld in the house and on the deck. Lights had been strung up in the gazebo, and the caterers set up in the kitchen, and people swarmed about everywhere. Mom was positively radiant; she hadn't stopped smiling since the moment she stepped foot on the sand. A dance floor had been set up on the beach, where several guests still lingered, sipping from cocktails and visiting. I ate a small bite of salmon and sipped water, sitting beside Luke at our assigned table, alongside one of Daniel's sister and my Aunt Shelly, who was the proud parent of twin toddlers who I was just now being introduced to as their cousin. "Greg, sit down," Shelly ordered, as one boy tugged on the other's bowtie. "Samuel, apologize." There was a muttering of apologies, and they went back to the
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