© 2015 by H. Dacanay
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I love Zoe. I really do. She is after all my best friend and had been ever since high school. But right now, I was having real trouble loving her, or even seeing her as that friend, when she invited Dylan Anderson to her wedding without informing me. Well, today wasn’t exactly her wedding yet. Just rehearsal. Still, she could have told me I’d see the jerk in the flesh so I would have been prepared. I would have mustered to get a rein of my annoyance over his presence.