It was a festival, or something, with many children. I remember the children made a line, and they looked like they were enjoying themselves. But for some reason, when I saw that festival, I felt sad. It made me feel afraid.
Proposing at someone else's wedding is like dying in someone's else's funeral.
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I think it was something I planned to say earlier, before I wandered off to shovel rotten apples.