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Hey Waffle Gang.

I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more

Reddit stories and if you do love a Reddit story, why not consider?

And I'll like, subscribe, maybe that notification bell too. And let's crack on with today's first

story. Much love, guys. Now, today's first story comes from the

Am I the Arsoul subreddit saying, Am I the asshole for not wanting to be the maid of honor

at my best friend's wedding, because she's pregnant and marrying my ex. Of course, the story

is a lot more complicated than the title. So, two major parts of my life converged recently, and I'm just

devastated and question pretty much all my actions. Hence why I'm posting here because I maybe

acting awful to two people I love dearly. So part one is Tammy, my best friend since elementary

school. She is literally my sister. We've done pretty much everything

together. Same college, same dorm, roommates, confidants, sloppy drunk mates, you name it. I love her so much.

Part two is Gregory, my college boyfriend. I love him as well, but we could just never make things

work. Had one of those

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