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Grace Gets Hitched - Again

Grace took a deep breath and looked at Will.

"I can't believe you beat me to the gay wedding," he said and squeezed her hand.

She smiled. "I'll toss you the bouquet but you'll have to beat off my cousins."

The opening refrains of the Wedding March was their cue. They stepped through the heavy doors together, the long train of Grace's ivory gown trailing behind as they walked down the aisle.

When they reached the altar, her future wife, resplendent in a tuxedo, looked her up and down. "Uh, honey..." Karen paused, seeing Grace's irritated look. "You look beautiful."

The End