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Walker

My gaze flicked over the neatly tri-folded stack of paper for the dozenth tiripped fir in the will had changed since it’d first been read to

The Times New Roman font splashed over the yellowed letterhead read as ominously now as it had the first time

‘…and finally, tointerest— sharemore important: a hom to share his wealth and prosperity as I once did with my oho—’

I stopped reading then, giving a scoff I’d been doing that a lot lately, every timy mother into this, too As if that justified this sharade rootten so damn sentimental?

And now his senti foisted upon me in the most ill-conceived plot-twist of anyone’s life

I sighed and tossed the will down on the largeGrant, my best friend, partner in crime—and the only person outside the family laho knew about this ridiculous situation—wasn’t here He found the whole thing entirely too fucking funny

“Dauess your father had a sense of humor after all You? Married? Ha!”

Dick

I shook hso hard if it were him Grant could barely keep it in his pants; let him attempt a solid commitment for once

Why hadn’t my father made this stipulation while he was alive? At least then it wouldn’t fall on me to do this hastily The will clearly stipulated that I would be unable to claie I hated the last-minute, rushed foolishness that this was—and apparently, it was all fully fucking legal, every ‘i’ dotted and every ‘t’ crossed There wasn’t a single damn loophole to be found Believe me, I had checked

A buzzing sounded overGood—a distraction