A call came from somewhere, Darla, or something, she told me to form a group of 10 people, each paying $100. Then, after 1month to get together and have a feast, or a cake or something fun. I said, the overweight and diabetic people could not have a cake. I don't want to join. I was both of them.
Eventually, there was a group. We had a lunch, with many different foods. The cake that was bought a few weeks ago, was stale, the brie cheese had a strange smell, EEEWW. We ate, what we could. I quit the group. I had given all my money for a wedding gift.
I was at the wedding; beautiful one. The groom was our instructor in a crochet group. I
gave him money and a card for his birthday, and then a bunch of money for a wedding gift, saying that I was sorry, I didn't have a card for that. I had forgotten. I told him that the wedding was
beautiful. I never saw the bride, just her dress. The dress was huge. Did I mention that the groom had the white collar, a priest, just like the one I read about in "Infinite" book by Brian Freeman.
He was very good looking. He looked like some famous actor, famous enough for me to forget the name.
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