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She laughed. I offered her my now-soggy handkerchief.

And her.

Because somewhere between the third baraat and the sixth plate of gulab jamun , the wedding had stopped being a ceremony and started being a monsoon fever dream. Searching for- wet hot indian wedding part in-

I didn’t finish typing. Google did.

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