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One relative bought us a Lotto ticket on the day, as a sort of good-luck charm, horse-shoes being a bit passé these days. It’s churlish to point out that we didn’t get a single number. Besides, the little disappointments are lightning conductors, that draw bad luck away from the main event. Hence traditions about anything related to mud or rain happening to the bride’s dress presaging a happy marriage: the misfortune has been sublimated, consummated, satiated; only the joy and sunshine remains.

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