She stands at the bus stop.
A strong wind blows off her pink Sunday hat.
She rushes to pick it up.
She trips and falls.
But she is helped up by a gentleman so handsome and tall.
This chance meeting must have been fate.
Because it ended up with them taking a bite out of their wedding cake.

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