exactly who I was and exactly how much I mattered.
“Bernie,” he said, and he said it loud, loud enough for the cluster of guests nearest to us to hear clearly, “did you get lost on your way to a Jiffy Lube? This is a black-tie wedding.” He smiled at his own joke with the ease of someone who had never been in a room where it didn’t land.
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