“Well, I did it,” Dex says. “What, you want me to grovel at your feet for getting me breakfast?” “I mean I got married. I did it. And it wasn’t a big deal.” “Maybe it wasn’t a big deal because you knew it wasn’t real.” Of all the details I do remember from last night, one is hazy. “Fuck, where’s the certificate thing we signed?” “Calm down. It’s in my jacket pocket.” “Good. The last thing we’d want is for it to be lost in a random Vegas bar. Could you imagine if someone found it? The media would be all over us.” “Yeah, that wouldn’t be a fun PR day.” Dex slowly sips his coffee, and I get the
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