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The reception had ended and the newlyweds had just sneaked off to the
honeymoon resort. After an elegant supper and champagne, the groom
retired to the bedroom. But Bambi pulled a chair up to the balcony doors
and sat there, gazing at the stars.

"Dear," asked the somewhat impatient husband. "Aren't you coming to bed?"

"No," Bambi announced. "My mother told me this was going to be the most
beautiful night of my life, and I don't want to miss a single minute of it."
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