There was a paper stuck to my sticky stomach. I peeled it off, but before I could look at it, James grabbed it. He crumpled it up and threw it in the trash. "What was that?" I asked as I put my bra back on. "I got distracted this morning. I keep rewriting my vows to you." My eyes darted back to his face. "James, I thought we agreed to just repeat the words that the minister says. You know I hate public speaking." He smiled and handed me my shirt. "Baby, you're great at public speaking. You would have gotten an A in my class if you hadn't started sleeping with me. Or if we hadn't gotten
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