Cash wrinkled his nose at her, feeling mildly grossed out by the whole thing — not by women, really, but by the extent to which he was going to have to play-act being a heterosexual man. "Right," he said; he sort of regretted having brought it up at all, although that wasn't Angie's fault either. This whole marriage just made him feel gross, and used, and like he was using her in turn.

"I wish you could come," he said, "To the wedding, not the wedding night."

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