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at　a　postcard　of　some　really　old

building　in　Prague　that　Jenny　had　sent。　The　building　was　so　pletely　covered　in　pigeon　shit　it

looked　like　it　was　made　of　wax。

？Are　youserious　？？　Ruby　was　the　last　person　Dan　ever　thought　would　get　married？except　for

maybe　Vanessa。　Vanessa　had　told　him　once　that　she　thought　marriage　was　all　about　money　and

status　and　that　it　always　had　been；　all　throughout　history？in　the　Middle　Ages　it　was　practically　a

form　of　slavery。　Still；　Dan　had　always　believed　that　someday　he　would　get　to　watch　Vanessa　walk

moodily　down　the　aisle　in　a　long　black　dress；　carrying　a　bunch　of　brilliant　white　daisies。　He？d

even　written　a　poem　about　it。　But　now　he　was　gay；　and　gay　marriage　wasn？t　evenlegal　in　New

York。

？。　。　。　anyway；　she　wants　you　to　write　a　poem　and　read　it　at　the　ceremony。？Vanessa？s　voice　broke

into　Dan？s　thoughts。

？Who？　Me？？　Dan　tied　the　sleeves　of　the　fuchsia　jumpsuit　around　his　shoulders　like　a　cape？that

was　the　only　way　it　was　ever　going　to　fit。

？Yeah。？　Vanessa　downed　the　rest　of　her　coffee　in　one　gulp。　？You。　The　one　in　the　cape。？　Supergay？

Captain　Gaypants？

Dan　scratched　his　head。　Ever　since　his　recent　？revelation；？　he　hadn？t　felt　much　like　writing。　In

fact；　he　hadn？t　written　a　single　word　since　he？d　kissed　Greg。　It　was　as　if　all　his　confused　feelings

were　trapped　inside；　circulating　furiously；　and　he　couldn？t　get　any　of　them　out　and　onto　the

page。　？But；　what？s　it　supposed　to　be　about？？　he　wondered　aloud；　rubbing　his　unshaven　cheek

against　the　magenta　silk。　The　only　thing　he　could　possibly　write　about　right　now　was　penis…shaped

cream　puffs；　and　he　didn？t　think　that　was　going　to　go　over　too　well　at　a　wed