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Tony had never been a fan of weddings. He did enjoy the cheerful music, brightened by the sound of the laughter and the chats, and he certainly didn’t mind the plentiful and refined food you could fill your stomach with to the bursting point until even the simple view of a canapé would make you feel nauseous. He found the atmosphere of weddings magical, with its dances, the beautiful dresses women wore, the wishes for a life full of happiness and good things and he loved overhearing the conversations between the guests, who never gave up gossiping about relatives and their skeletons in the closet. What he didn’t like was the feeling of being surrounded by people he had never met, people he didn’t even know the name of, although with these people he had one thing in common: the bride or the bridegroom – in his case, always the bridegroom. It made him realize how little he knew about his friends’ life: those people, who were uncles, parents, cousins, friends for the couple, were no one for him. He usually ended up spending the whole celebration in the company of a bunch of pals, barely talking to the bridegroom, who was too busy handling clinging aunts and drunk guests.

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