I heard church bells ringing. I heard a choir singing. I saw my love walk down the aisle. On her finger he placed a ring. Oh, I saw them holding hands. She was standing there with my man. I heard them promise: “Till death do us part”. Each word was a pain in my heart. All I could do, all I could do was cry.

Etta James, “All I Could Do Was Cry”

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Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.