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The wedding was about what you'd expect: there was a ceremony, then there was a reception. There were vows, bouquets, toasts that lasted way too long, awkward dancing, and very dry chicken. The bride was a coworker from years back, while Anna knew the groom from high school.
It was a huge wedding, with upwards of three hundred people. Neither Anna nor I had a moment to even say hello to the bride and groom.
It was getting close to ten p.m., the reception already winding down, when I bent down to whisper in Anna's ear, "Wanna get out of this place?"
"God, yes. I'm starving."
I laughed. We quickly decided to get chicken and waffles, and we were both so hungry that we barely spoke until we'd had our fill.
The rain had cleared up, the night cool and clear. Traffic buzzed along the
