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Walking back to the car after lunch at Tartine:

R: So did you think my dream was dorky?

S: I thought it was sweet. In that I-am-the-center-of-the-universe way you have.

R: Right. (pause) Good thing I left out the part where I was wearing my wedding dress. Oh, and my demon-slaying superpowers.

S (breathless with laughter): You fought demons in your wedding gown?

R scuffs at the ground with the toe of her boot.


J dances around the apartment pretending to be R’s bridezilla dream-self: I can fight demons if I want to! It’s MY SPECIAL DAY-EE!

No one takes me seriously.

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