Aliens

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Phil's POV:

We were going to get our marriage license. We walked in the court and we walked to the booth. "Hi. We would like to get a marriage license." He stared at us for a while. He looked at us weirdly like we were, aliens.

"Marriage license? Please. You guys are gay. You ain't gettin' one."

Dan looked infuriated. He looked at the guy. "Look. We want to get married. We are human. Just like you. Or, are you just an asshole who can't get his head out of his ass?" We walked out mad. The babysitter called us to ask when we were coming home.

Dan searched up places where we could get married at. I rocked Elizabeth to sleep and held her. "Montana. We could live in Montana, where no one judges." "Montana?! Dan...." "Phil. Trust me. This is for the best.

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