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Speak now, or forever hold your peace.

Damn.

Patrick is one cold ass motherfucker.

It was all still rumbling around in my head somewhere…

How could i forget something like that.

Why even come to the ceremony if you were going to make a big scene like that

I didn't.

Why even show up?

Appearances.

Are you serious?

–it would look bad if I didn't.

It looked bad that you did and then exited during the ceremony.

–the end of the ceremony.

Specifically at the objections.

–I wasn't paying attention.

You stood up!

I had to use the restroom.

As an objection?

Merely a coincidence.

You don't believe in coincidences.

I don't believe in marriages, either.

Oh, please.

I begged you.

That's your excuse.

It's not an excuse.

Is it an objection?

And if it was?

I got married anyway.

–So it wouldn't matter.

Thanks for the toaster oven.

–I didn't get you a toaster oven.

Yes you did.

Uh–no, I didn't.

Then what did you get us?

Nothing, I forgot.

Well, the card was from you.

Hm

Maybe you forgot to forget.

Maybe.

Thank you, anyway.

–Congratulations.

There's leftover cake.

Where?

Everywhere.

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LATER.

Hazel is practicing her guitar; her glasses rest at the edge of her nose, as she focuses on the instrument, almost as if her father in the doorway is a shadow, or an afterthought. She carefully tunes the strings as he leans into her bedroom.

Hazel.

Hm.

Did you buy Esha and Mark a toaster oven with my credit card?

She stops for a moment and peers over the brim of her glasses briefly addressing her father.

–I knew you'd forget.

Oh. I–I did.

I know.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

He pauses for a moment before making his departure, turning into the hallway.

There's leftover cake.

She seems genuinely excited.

There is? Where?

[beat]

…everywhere.

Ugh. This show blows my mind.

Yeah. Sometimes almost literally.

Happiness is a warm gun.

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