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Cutting the cake at the Laurelwood. Three tiers of white cake with raspberry filling and frosting roses, and on top is the little bride and groom under the arch that was on my parents' wedding cake in 1969. Mom kept it in a box in the cedar chest for thirty years for one of us girls. We did NOT smash cake in each other's faces. Ramon promised, and he kept his promise, and that is how I knew I married the right guy.
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