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If she was a fish, she could at least swim for safer shores, she thought, searching her repertoire of responses for tactfully declining.
Her stomach churned.
Never had the struggle to mine her limited diplomatic reserves for the best answer been more real.
How on earth did she tactfully say she absolutely wasn’t going to team up with the only other person in Whispers Wood who currently hated weddings as much as she did?
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