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And Then There Was Feeny

I knew this day would come. I knew that someday I'd be attending the wedding of Cory Matthews and Topanga Lawrence. It was one of those odd gut feelings, the kind that may not make sense at the time but are never wrong.

I've known Mr. Matthews since he was a two-year old imp, pulling all of the tulips out of my flower bed. I've know Miss Lawrence since she was nine years old…an unusually sensitive and intelligent child, sitting in the front row of my classroom.

I've watched them grow into fine young people. I watched their love blossom right before my eyes.

Goodness, this makes me feel old. Two of my students, getting married. And having children someday!

Children…oh, I really must retire before any of their children enter school.

But perhaps they'll be in need of a godfather. If they have a son, they should consider naming him George. George is a fine, strong name for a boy. Yes, I must suggest that to Cory and Topanga.

It's too bad that Mr. Hunter is missing this. I'm certain that he'll regret it for the rest of his life. But there's only so much guidance I can give them before I have to let them be adults and make their own decisions…

Ah, the wedding march is starting up. Well, my handkerchief is ready. I'm sure I'll be shedding a few tears today.

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