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“Play a song!” Monica insisted, sitting on a bench set back from the fire. After dinner, everyone had played on the beach until the sun went down, and now the wedding party was roasting marshmallows. It was a warm evening, so the fire was low, and the benches were nowhere close enough for the sticks to reach, so anyone who wanted a treat had to stand and approach the flames. Bree was content to eat the sugary snacks without warming them first. “Do you know ‘Unchained Melody’?” Monica asked as Bree considered whether or not to make an excuse as to why she didn’t want to play while Monica sang. “I do,” she said. When she’d agreed to bring her guitar, she’d figured it would be for a sing along, not to listen to the bride-to-be serenade the rest of the group. But… it was her wedding, and Bre