“It’s a parasitic twin,” Patty said. “It’s ugly, I know. Are you disgusted?”
“It’s…”
“You hate it, don’t you!” she bawled.
“No, I’m just surprised.”
“I just wanted there to be no secrets before our wedding,” she said, wiping a tear. “Do you still love me?”
I smiled and squeezed her hand. “What do you think, Nevermore.”
“Oh, John.” She kissed me passionately, then suddenly pulled away to study my face.
“Wait. Do you mean you’ve never loved me more? Or that you will love me nevermore?”
“Oh, neither,” I said, lifting my shirt and pointing, “I was asking Nevermore.”
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