Married To My Cousin

Married To My Cousin

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Last published Wed, May 27, 2020

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"Why the hell would I want to marry you?!"I snapped "Well I don't wanna marry you either! but we don't have much of a choice now do we?"he spat,his jaw clenched When Abba tells you you're getting married to that cousin you never really liked, but you don't have a choice. And " I never wanted to marry you" turns to "I'm so lucky to have you"

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