For Better or For Worse

For Better or For Worse

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**This story is based off of a roleplay that I am in with one of my friends. Permission was given to use their character, Altair Copeland, in this work, as well as to write it. I will update this as often as I can and I hope you enjoy** When Altair Copeland gets dragged to a bar by his best friend Florian, he never expected his life would he impact his life so much. For better or for worse is still to be determined, but either way, their fates are now intertwined.
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