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by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft The morning of our wedding began with a fire. Not metaphorically. An actual fire — at the hotel where David was staying with his family the night before our wedding. I was at the fresh fruit market at 7.30am, choosing strawberries and peaches for the reception, when my phone rang. David’s voice was calm, which should have told me everything. David is known — by everyone who loves him — to have a joke up his sleeve at any given moment. So when he said,