Prologue

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Prologue
Deuce

"Sorry-" I start to say, because I walked right into somebody, too preoccupied with thoughts of my new album to pay attention, but stop my apology when I see who I walked into.

"Reject." I growl, glaring at the attractive face of Danny Rose Murillo, not wanting him to know my gay thoughts.

"D-Deucebag." He tries to snarl, returning my glare.

My glare drops and a part of me wanted to hold him. I noticed his fake glare had dropped as well. A small smile graces his face as he pulls out a Sharpie, and grabs my hand. Danny writes out his number, and then is walking back the way I came. A grin, this one being the first genuine one since I was kicked out of Hollywood Undead, spreads across my face.


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