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  1. I wasn't at all nervous, and I ate plenty. My dad, on the other hand, picked at fruit and cereal in the morning, and then, just as we were about to go down the aisle, he went to pieces. His 'legs went', and in a bid to get it over with he dragged me down the aisle at warp speed. I had to drag him and tell him to SLOW DOWN. Jack Russell-style.

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