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Wedding Gowns Are Forever
You
wake up in the morning after your wedding, delirious from
the night before. Then your smile quickly disappears at
the sight of your wedding gown. Your precious piece is crumpled,
soiled and abused. Red wine stain are apparent, and the
hemline is muddy from dancing all night in the garden. And
to think it took over five months to make, only to be ruined
in one night.
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