Prologue

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It's a funny feeling, being in love with your childhood best friend.  I've been through thick and thin with him.  His heart was broken by a girl named Laurie, his first fight defending my family's name, his first kiss with another girl named Sarah, his first date ( I third-wheeled the entire time).  For ten years since I was seven, I knew, I just knew he was the one.  It sounds crazy, I know!  But sometimes we had our moments when he hugged me for a bit too long or he looked into my eyes.  I'll admit it, heterochromia can be distracting, but he called my different colored irises "pretty".  So, this is how I married him after college, all because of a stalker.  This is how the "impossible" and "unimaginable" happened to me. 

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