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The neighborhood children all watched eagerly from their windows as the beautiful bride walked down their street. She was gorgeous and had a big smile as she took long strides with her dad by her side. Her husband and the priest who would wed them were waiting nervously at the end of the block where the big DEAD END sign was covered by the makeshift chapel and the beautiful decorations that she, her mother and her sisters made themselves just for the wedding. Metal chairs with proud relatives sitting in them paved the long street. This was where the two of them had met, and even though the col-de-sac was not a place where a wedding was normally held she was happy that she was getting married in her home.