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This is Labor Day weekend!" I shriek, throwing it away from me again.
"I know," Miles says. "They couldn't stop at simply ruining our lives. They had to ruin a perfectly good holiday too. Probably won't even decorate this year."
"I mean, this Labor Day," I say. "Like, only a month after our wedding."
Miles looks up at me, genuine concern contorting his face.
"Daphne," he says. "I think that ship sailed when he fucked my girlfriend, then took her to Italy for a week so he didn't have to help you pack.
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