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I toss ly Hoh the mail

Bill Credit card offer Rolling Stone

Thick, square envelope Handwritten address Familiar stamped return address

I peel the envelope open

It’s there, in curvy silver letters

You are cordially invited to the wedding of Penelope Winters and Francis Hobbs

My stomach drops

My throat tightens

The air gets heavy Hot Suffocating

This isn’t fucking happening

There’s no waymarried in six short weeks

There’s no way she’s walking down the aisle with the guy I caught her fucking in our bed

There’s no way she’s inviting me to watch this train wreck

For three days, I shove Penny’s wedding to the back of my mind

I focus on my routine