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Poisonous love, something so great and so bad. It can be an adventure or it can be a downfall. It's either addiction or pride, there's no love. Nothing, or is there? Is there love, is there growth? Or cheating, and distraught.
"Oh, sweetheart.. Don't cry, crying makes me feel terribly sad.. Now get up, grab that gun, and shoot him." The man stated through gritted teeth.
"Welcome to the mafia dear."