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I looked around my wedding and realized everyone was my wife. Every guest. Every face. The priest. My best man. My parents. All her. I asked: What's happening? She smiled with every mouth. She said: I wanted to be alone with you today. I tried to run. Every door led to her. Every reflection showed her face. I asked: Why? She said: Because you were always too distracted by others. Now there's only me. Forever. I can't leave. I don't recognize my own face anymore. When I look in the mi