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by Kristin Hannah

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  He leaned down and kissed her.

  Behind them, the family clapped and cheered and Laughed out loud.

  Suddenly Elvis-in full beaded white jumpsuit pushed through the doors. The King ran a hand through his pompadour; gave a sneering little half smile, and burst into song.

  He was all shook up.

  The End

 



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