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Ephram enters the Nexus, holding two photographic stills close to his chest. He looks quite exasperated.
Oh, sweet lord. She wants me to wear this:
to her wedding. How do I convince her I can wear this:
and still call myself her matron of honor? Some of the people who will be attending the wedding, I will have to interact with in the future. Most of them I will be in post-war negotiations with. It just...dear God.
The wife is no help; she bursts out laughing when the topic comes up. The husband...I don't know what he thinks of the matter.
Oh, sweet lord. She wants me to wear this:
to her wedding. How do I convince her I can wear this:
and still call myself her matron of honor? Some of the people who will be attending the wedding, I will have to interact with in the future. Most of them I will be in post-war negotiations with. It just...dear God.
The wife is no help; she bursts out laughing when the topic comes up. The husband...I don't know what he thinks of the matter.