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© Roger Bultot
(I Wanna) Kiss The Bride
by Miles H. Rost
“Who’s idea was it to make this pathway of barbecue nets?”
Mandy’s red, wrinkled finger pointed at the mosquito nets that lined the aisle.
“It’s to prevent all the mosquitos–”
“I don’t care. Take them down.”
“But, Miss–”
“I didn’t pay 34 thousand dollars for mosquito nets. This wedding will go net free!”
The workers started taking down the nets, with one muttering how it would be nice if the wedding went “nut free”.
Mandy looked around, and shook her head.
“My daughter is getting the wedding I didn’t. It has to go perfectly.”
She looked at a net, and cried.
