GUNS and CIGARETTES

GUNS and CIGARETTES

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My heart was pounding. I swear i can hear it, it's so loud i thought it was a boombox playing the song party rock anthem. I continue to walk down the aisle. My hands shaking from all the nervousness and i think im going to vomit. I look at my groom, An adoring smile displayed on his face. I love this man I thought to myself. He has been with me through thick and thin. As cliche as it is. It's one hundred percent true. Everyone stared at me with awe. This is the first time and the last time they'll see me in a dress honestly. Then suddenly the church door opened interrupting MY wedding. I groan in frustration and annoyance. Rolling my eyes i turn to see who it was. "Oh what now!?" I yelled frustrated.
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