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Xander buttoned his suit up, glaring at the mirror. He had dug out the oldest and shabbiest suit he could find. They had decided on not conducting a traditional wedding and just get their marriage officiated. They were getting ready to go to the courthouse.
The entire family was coming.
"Bruh, what the f**k?"
Xander turned around to see Anthony at the door, in a tucked in grey button up shirt and black jeans. Black leather shoes to go with it.
"What?" He asked emotionlessly.
"What are you wearing?" He asked walking over to his brother. Anthony was twenty-five while Xander twenty-eight. The three year gap never bothered the two. They were best of friends.
"A suit."
"It's ancient." Anthony laughed, pulling at the fabric to see if it would tear of
