It was my wedding day, and I was running up a hill toward the soccer/football field. The ceremony was about to take place on the field, but there was one small problem. So, I ran up to the coach and said, "Is it bad if I am wearing jeans for this?"
That is when my dream [what I hope is actually a premonition] ended.
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