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The groom's dooms day

“Wow, who knew the playboy himself could fall in love,” the words came in a cold, but feminine coo.
“I know, right?” He turned to face her, adjusting his suspenders. The bullet bolted into the air before he could catch a glimpse of the shiny silver object. Deep on his chest was a hole with a damp red spot. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest. As he gasped for breath, his world dimmed, flickering into a shadow of eternal darkness.
The gunshot caught the attention of his brother who rushed to the door with his pant, half-unzipped.


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