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of our marriage. The caterer needs the deposit by 5 today, he said, scrolling his phone. $3,000. I told mom she could use the joint card. I took a slow sip of my coffee, set the mug down. Brandon, I said, we need to talk. He barely looked up. Can it wait? I’ve got like 40 things to coordinate. 75 guests are coming tomorrow. They’re going to live in continue reading …
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