So now what? Your entire family, your friends, your co-workers all think you are married now. Maybe they’ll finally let you have some peace. I don’t mind being your fake bride for the day. I surely couldn’t refuse a pal in need, but that was terrifying back there at the altar. A boy disguised as a bride? Are you sure I was the only one willing to go along with this? Hadn’t it been easier just telling them you ‘re not into girls? What do you mean, kind of? How can you be kind of not into girls? What are you into exactly? I wasn’t really your final, desperate chance now, was I?

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