The Wedding Incident
An SPH Experience by suckerthrow. The wedding was one of those picture-perfect small-town affairs—string lights draped across a barn venue, a live band butchering Journey, and an open bar that had been flowing since four in the afternoon. My wife and I had driven three hours to get there, and her best friend, Jen, rode shotgun the whole way. Jen is one of those women who doesn’t look like she’s had two kids. She’s petite—barely five-two—with a tight little frame,
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