Swallowing, you decide to play it cool and hurry to the wedding. Maybe, somehow, you'll switch back before any kissing begins. (You love William like a brother, but no mouth-to-mouthing is necessary.) You meet Kelly's father at the back and, sweating, turn the corner to see the entire wedding procession... including yourself.
You stare at him, and he stares at you, as you walk down the aisle. You glance at William, but he's too deeply in love with Kelly to see anything wrong. Your old body has this look on his face, and you can't tell if it's longing, despair, or anger. You glance to the other side of the room to see a picture of Kelly, Jenny, and William. You concentrate mostly on...
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