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The bouquet flies across the screen with the sound of an incoming missile. Hands reach upwards, grasping as women lunge towards it, screaming. Just one is victorious: Muriel Heslop, Porpoise Spit resident and social outcast. No sooner, however, has she caught the bunch of flowers than they are ripped from her hands: “No one’s ever gonna marry you, you’ve never even had a boyfriend!”
