The Wedding Night Bite

he door she' d slammed, until the sun started to filter th

k. I knew it would be her. Not a call, never a call. Tha

up. Instagra

k, the one his dad' s dealership gave him. They were at the scenic overlook, the exact spot she' d just

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en things get tough. Unlike some people

e-aggressive post designed to make me feel guilty, to make me crawl back a

t this

that had been worn down and ero

ving room was a framed photo from our high school prom. Me in a rented tux, my leg in a cast

loyalty. She' d stayed with me after the injury

t for what i

against the opposite wall. It shattered, the sound echoing the breaking insid

ong moment. Then I pulled out my

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x in the mornin

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. "You serious? W

," I said.

"Meet us at The Watering Hole tonight. E

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t the phone down and started picking up the bigger pieces of gl