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	<i>Professional flash photography hisses as the song Chapel of Love starts to play</i>
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	<b><i>Going to the chapel and we're.......gonna get marrrrrried</i></b>
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	<i>Flash to Charlie in a suit smiling as he puts cuff links on. Another flash of the camera goes off</i>
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	<b><i>Going to the chapel and we're......gonna get marrrrrrrried</i></b>
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	<i>Next we see Janet looking at herself in the mirror after she just finished putting her dress on with Marissa, Karen, and her mother Emma all standing around her. Another flash and pop of the camera</i>
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	<b><i>Gee I really love you and we're gonna to get marrrrriiiieeeedddd, going to the chapel of love! (in between song lyrics jump from a variety of characters saying powerful and dramatic quotes)</i></b>
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	<i>Shawn:</i> <i>Holding Kristen in his arms while laughing “I think we both know it wasn’t luck! Don’t pretend that you’re not a master strategist when it comes to getting the person you desire!” He laughs some more (Another pop and flash of the camera)</i>
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	<b><i>Spring is here, thhhhhhhe sky is blue......whhhhhooooaaaaaa</i></b>
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	<i><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">Miranda: “You say you’ve always been in love with me and I can see it in your eyes and feel it from you as I stand in front of you right now. So I have to ask: Have you broken up with Claudia, then? Hmmmmm?”</span></i>
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	<i>Theo: He takes in a deep breath and tries to calm down all the many emotions coursing through his veins right now. He can’t lie. “No, I haven’t.” (Pop! Another camera flash)</i>
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	<b><i>Birds will sing as if they knew!!!!!</i></b>
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	<i>Sarah: “I hope so, because I’m MARRIED, Oscar. And my husband cannot know about what happened between us……..do you understand? I hope you haven’t told anyone.”(Pop!) </i>
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	<b><i>Today's the day, we'll say I do, and we'll never be lonely anymore!!!!!!</i></b>
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	<i>Eva: </i><i><span style="font-size:11.0pt">. “He expects me to wear THAT rag to his sister's wedding????!!!!!!!!” She screams at the top of her lungs. She then goes over to the bar and throws back a shot of whiskey. Then she starts throwing the bar glasses against the wall while screaming at the top of her lungs. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Jeffery has NO IDEA who he married! And what is going on, lately??!!! NOTHING IS GOING MY WAY!!!!!!!!!” (Pop!)</span></i>
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	<b><i>Going to the chapel and we're going to get marrrrrriiiiiieeeddddd!!!!!!</i></b>
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	<i><span style="font-size:11.0pt">Ana:</span></i><b><span style="font-size:11.0pt"> </span></b><i><span style="font-size:11.0pt">Feeling anxious she looks out the car window as Neil drives. “I can't believe we're doing this. Honestly, I'm not sure how I feel about it, Neil.”</span></i>
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	<i><span style="font-size:11.0pt">Ana:</span></i><span style="font-size:11.0pt">“ <i>I do but it just feels...........we weren't invited.”</i> <i>Her voice starts to crack as she gets upset yet again that her own son didn't invite her to his wedding. (Pop!)</i></span>
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	<b><i><span style="font-size:11.0pt">Going to the chapel and we're going to get marrrrrriiiiiieeeddddd!</span></i></b>
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mso-bidi-language:AR-SA'>Miguel: He inhales deeply and looks in her eyes with such intensity “If it's wrong, then why does it feel so right? I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the last time........”</span></i>
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mso-bidi-language:AR-SA'>Jeffery<b>: </b>Noticing Marissa and Mike whispering to each other, he casually waltzes over to them with a satisfied grin on his face “Well look who it is! The happy kissy face couple! Mike, I'm SO happy that you take SUCH good care of my ex-wife for me! Though why you would want her when she's a worn-out race horse rode one too many times is beyond me. But have at it!” He chuckles. Before Mike can respond, Jeffery receives a blow from the side of his head. (Pop!)</span></i>
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mso-bidi-language:AR-SA'>Kristen<b>: </b>She is searching everywhere for that pocket knife not remembering where she last had it. Finally, she remembers. “Oh, that's right, the box in the closet.” She goes into the hall closet and pulls the box down. After a moment of moving things around, she finds it on the bottom. Throwing the box down, she stares at it as her bottom lip starts trembling. Her mind flashes back to when Shawn was looking for his knife in his office and he told her that it had a “Brown marble handle with my initial engraved on it.....” She repeated his words out loud as she stares at the brown marble handle with a W stamped on it. “It wasn't his first initial, but his last initial.” She says as the tears start to run down her cheeks. She gasps and covers her mouth. “No! No [&amp;#33;@#&amp;#036;%^&amp;amp;*] way! HE is my mother's lover???!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” She screams as loud as she can as she tosses the knife across the room. It hits a framed picture on the wall, shattering the glass as the picture falls to the floor. Just then her door opens. Her chest heaving hard as streams of tears stain her cheeks. She looks at him with fury.</span></i>
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mso-bidi-language:AR-SA'>Shawn<b>: </b>Just as he gets to Kristen's door he hears a loud crash. Instead of knocking he just rushes in. “Kristen, what happened?” He notices her face is covered in tears and her eyes are bulging out in anger as she breathes hard. He then looks over at the picture that is shattered all over the floor. But he notices something else by the picture.......his missing knife! He looks back over at her with confusion “What happened? What's going on? How do you have my knife?”</span></i>
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	<a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08X7KNXGD/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i0" ipsnoembed="true" rel="external nofollow">https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08X7KNXGD/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i0</a>
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	Hi everyone! Want a fresh new soap without all the censoring of daytime tv? Realistic dialog and intriguing characters and stories? Look no further than my original soap, Cape Heights, available on Kindle, Kindle Unlimited and in paperback! Volumes 1-5 are currently available and Volume 6 is almost finished! Volume 6 will include the very first Cape Heights wedding so get caught up on the first 5 volumes because the wedding will be a DOOZY! <a href="https://animoto.com/play/08cvEEBKxkpiJZNkiQ1Gjg?fbclid=IwAR2cd8r2lxgfBq86vKGAzlJbcOZ6vxBhgAMemDC6A3g4BWL2JuJTeSZtnCg" ipsnoembed="true" rel="external nofollow">https://animoto.com/play/08cvEEBKxkpiJZNkiQ1Gjg?fbclid=IwAR2cd8r2lxgfBq86vKGAzlJbcOZ6vxBhgAMemDC6A3g4BWL2JuJTeSZtnCg</a>
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	<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Cape-Heights-Time-Drama-Opera-ebook/dp/B07QHD462Z/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=Cape+Heights+Volume+1&amp;qid=1596486062&amp;sr=8-1" ipsnoembed="true" rel="external nofollow">https://www.amazon.com/Cape-Heights-Time-Drama-Opera-ebook/dp/B07QHD462Z/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=Cape+Heights+Volume+1&amp;qid=1596486062&amp;sr=8-1</a>
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	<a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07SSVXX67/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i1" ipsnoembed="true" rel="external nofollow">https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07SSVXX67/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i1</a>
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	<a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08BY2FRQ8/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i4" ipsnoembed="true" rel="external nofollow">https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08BY2FRQ8/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i4</a>
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	Here is my facebook page for my book series where you can find pictures of the characters and other info: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Cape-Heights-Book-Series-A-Soap-Opera-Drama-714251092304879" ipsnoembed="true" rel="external nofollow">https://www.facebook.com/Cape-Heights-Book-Series-A-Soap-Opera-Drama-714251092304879</a>
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	Here is a sneak peek from Volume 6:
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	<font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt"><b>Scene 2: Julian and Karen's House </b></font>
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	<font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt"><i>Coming up behind Karen as she stands in front of the full length mirror. He smiles as he wraps his arms around her from behind and kisses the top of her head. </i><span style="font-style: normal">“My god, Karen. You're taking my breath away right now.”</span></font>
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	<font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt"><i>Smiling </i><span style="font-style: normal">“Forever the charmer of women; that's what you are.”</span></font>
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	“<font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt">What are you saying? Now that we're living together, I no longer ever have to sweet talk you or compliment you again? Alright, if that's how you want it. I can stop.”</font>
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	<font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt"><i>She giggles as she turns around to face him and wraps her arms around his neck </i><span style="font-style: normal">“NO! Never stop giving me an ego!” </span><i>She laughs some more. </i><span style="font-style: normal">“I can't wait for the wedding! Seeing my best friend and my brother who I adore getting married........there isn't another couple that I could be happier for.” </span><i>She runs her hand through the back of his hair </i></font>
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	<font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt"><i>Smiling </i><span style="font-style: normal">“Yea, I can't wait to get drunk!” </span><i>He chuckles then his face gets serious. </i><span style="font-style: normal">“I meant to ask you......is your mother going to be there?”</span></font>
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	<font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt"><i>She crinkles up her face </i><span style="font-style: normal">“Seriously? No way! Charlie definitely did NOT invite her!”</span></font>
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	“<font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt">So I take it that you agree with him excluding her.........”</font>
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	<font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt"><i>She sighs </i><span style="font-style: normal">“Yes, I do agree with it but then also.......no, I don't. Honestly, I don't know how I feel about it. I mean I totally get why he wouldn't invite her. But I also think it's a little cruel. Is it really that bad to at least invite her to the wedding? We don't have to become close with her, but we are her children. I feel like in a way maybe she should at least be given the privilege of seeing her children get married.”</span></font>
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	“<font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt">But she abandoned all three of you as children. Shawn was even a baby when she left town.”</font>
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	“<font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt">I know, that's all very true. Like I said, I'm conflicted. If I were getting married..........I would at least consider inviting her.”</font>
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	<font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt"><b>Julian</b></font>
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	<font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt"><i>Her looks at her tenderly and gives her a kiss </i><span style="font-style: normal">“That's one of the things I love about you. You're so considerate and you look at things from all angles. You're also very forgiving.”</span></font>
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	<font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt"><b>Karen</b></font>
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	<font size="2" style="font-size: 11pt"><i>She gives him a large smile </i><span style="font-style: normal">“YOU certainly know JUST how forgiving I can be!” </span><i>She laughs and kisses him. </i><span style="font-style: normal">“When it comes to my mother though, I'm not completely forgiving. I may be a little softer than Shawn and Charlie, but not by much where she is concerned.”</span></font>
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