On the morning of the wedding, we determined to sleep in a little bit. We were planning to meet April and Susan at the Hobbs’ house, and we wanted to wait until we were sure that Brother and Sister Hobbs were gone to avoid crossing them and dealing with whatever wrath was the consequence of Rex’s mother’s visit the night before. Read the rest of the story »
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