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“Why would they give you the stink eye?” he asks innocently.
I give him a look. “You didn’t tell them I was your friend, did you? What did you tell them about me?”
“I just told them the truth.” Ben holds out a hand to help me onstage before tugging me close.
“Yeah?” I ask. “And what’s this truth?”
His kiss is sweet, as is his response:
“I told them we were best friends.”
TWO YEARS LATER
Mr. and Mrs. James Blanton
request the pleasure of your company
at the marriage of their daughter
Parker Eleanor
to
Mr. Benjamin Robert Olsen
at Seaside Lodge, Cannon Beach, Oregon
on Saturday, the Eleventh of August
at 2:30 in the afternoon.
Karaoke reception to follow.
For anyone who’s ever fallen in love with a friend.
I know firsthand that it can work out quite well. Right, Anth?
I give him a look. “You didn’t tell them I was your friend, did you? What did you tell them about me?”
“I just told them the truth.” Ben holds out a hand to help me onstage before tugging me close.
“Yeah?” I ask. “And what’s this truth?”
His kiss is sweet, as is his response:
“I told them we were best friends.”
TWO YEARS LATER
Mr. and Mrs. James Blanton
request the pleasure of your company
at the marriage of their daughter
Parker Eleanor
to
Mr. Benjamin Robert Olsen
at Seaside Lodge, Cannon Beach, Oregon
on Saturday, the Eleventh of August
at 2:30 in the afternoon.
Karaoke reception to follow.
For anyone who’s ever fallen in love with a friend.
I know firsthand that it can work out quite well. Right, Anth?
