epilogue - one
It was two years since they were married. They celebrated the second anniversary just three weeks ago. And they were now thinking about it again, because of a phone call. Anon was in the kitchen cooking up dinner when Yuki answered the phone. She said hello. Then laughed. Spoke some. Then screamed. Then screamed louder. Then screamed congratulations. And promised they would be there. That was the phone call, at least as much as Anon could make of it. “Merry’s engaged,” Yuki announced. She had come running into the kitchen, leaned against the doorway, and spoken. “Want to take a guess who to?” “Eddie?” Anon guessed, without looking away from the stove. “No,” Yuki said, the laugh clearly audible in her voice. “One more. One last chance.” “Pony?” That wasn’t the name of their friend
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