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Nicole

I’ve never been a runner—not marathons or 5Ks or those “fun runs” the kids at the preschool like to do I don’t even have lofty goals of beco longer, farther, and faster than I ever have before Last night, I drea day

A coincidence, I’m sure

My future brother-in-law croons at the head of the aisle, his fingers dancing over the strings of his acoustic guitar, and rooroom, ouldn’t do that to me Probably

I gulp in air, but it’s thick with hu coordinator set up this tent at the far end ofht now, it feels like a torture chamber

“Are you up for one last swap?” I ask my twin sister in a whisper

Veronica’s eyes go wide She looks gorgeous in the cranberry lacehair piled into a cascade of curls at the back of her head “A swap? Are you serious?”

“No Of course not” Kind of

We spent the entirety of seventh grade pretending to be each other just to see if we could, and we pulled it off Why not forceremony? Why not forforever?

Okay, now I’ day, and I’ everyover two sentences I heard Marcus whisper into his phone yesterdayI stopped by to surprise hi’s better with bacon His kitchen as open, so I could see hi his phone to his ear and could almost hear hi about you”

At least, I think that’s what he said But maybe it was “Just onethat’s how too” Sure, the second option doesn’t make any sense, but neither does what I think I heard He’s about toso about her? And ould he be asking her to do one more time?