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"Wedding's all about the bride. Groom's just window dressing." Her brother.
"Yeah, till the 'I Do' part. Then they gotcha by the short 'n curlies!" His cousin.
Loud, drunken laughter filled the hotel room as his friends and future in-laws exchanged high-fives. The groom just smiled, shook his head.
A knock on the door meant the stripper had arrived. He hadn't wanted a bachelor party, much less a stripper, but his future brothers-in-law wouldn't take No for an answer. He thought about leaving, but he needed to get into her family's good graces.
He'd do anything to marry her. The thought of coming home to her had sustained him, kept him alive in 'Nam. He had come back from the dead for her.
"And look where it got us," Skinner mumbles, staring into their much younger faces, framed in gold. Sharon and Walter, full of hope and promise. Love and passion. White lace and innocence.
Draining his scotch, Skinner stretches out on his rented couch and tries to sleep, holding on tight to the past.
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