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5 years later

"Breaking news. This is Regina Papodopolis with NBC News. For the past five years, the world has been captivated by one Midge Jorbyn. These past five years, Midge has stolen the hearts of every family in America. Although she has come from humble beginnings, Midge and her adopted father Mr. Miranda have made Jorbyn a household name. Today, Midge is getting married to her showbo, Jonathan Groff. Or so she thinks.

Outside the Mcdonalds playplace where the reception is taking, a lone white van is parked on the side of the road. It's suspected that Midge's estranged father, Joffrey Jimson Jorbyn, is present inside it. Police have been notified, and we're doing everything we can to keep Midge safe. Back to you, Brock Leigh."

I sigh and turn off the TV. I am getting married. Joffrey can not take this away from me. Over the past five years, Grofftinicelli has made me happier than a pregnant orangutan on salad awareness day.  The day I proposed to him was the most jovial day of my life. Lin never completely recovered from The Incident. He has aged very rapidly. His flowing raven locks have transformed into wiry tendrils of the grayest shade of gray. He hobbles. His cane makes a thowcking sound when each petite foot takes a step. He smells like the juice of a single pistachio that has been left out in the rain for seven months.

I think of the scent. Someone creaks open the door. Begonia aids Lin as he waddles into the room. "Todays the day, sugarbeans," he croaks.

I squawk happily.

"We saw the news report," Begonia says. "We have something for you."

She hands me a crudely wrapped box shaped like Lin's decapitated penis. I stare at her quizzically.

"Go ahead. Open it," Lin tells me. "Think of it as an early wedding gift."

I devour the wrapping paper with my toenails. I never use my hands for this kind of thing. Once it is open, it reveals a lustrous black weapon.

"Hungry," I say appreciatively.

"Only use it if you need it," Lin warns.

"We saw Joffrey and Zachy Q hiding in the golden arches," Begonia brays.

I nod solemnly. Today will not be ruined by Joffrey. It can't be.


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