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Zoe Sandvig Erler's picture

Nineteen Days Till I Say "I Do"

My sister once told me that she had no idea when I'd get married (I'm sure my well-carved independence made many wonder if I ever would), but that when it did happen, it would go fast.

Still, this didn't seem to reduce my sister's confusion when--two days after I stepped off the plane from a three-month sabbatical in Australia--I announced to her that I was getting married. Had I been dating someone when I set off on my travels, it might not have seemed so ludicruous. But I hadn't been. In fact, I decided to skip the whole dating part entirely.

It all began at the Starbucks on 96th Street somewhere during the spring of my senior year of college.
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