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You’re placing your hands on your husband’s shoulders in a bar, trying to get him to stop drinking until he whips out a pistol.
Tommy sleepily aims his gun at you while he holds a whiskey bottle in his free hand, cursing at you. “Step the fuck away" dumbass "I’ve got someone already-“ Wait, he doesn’t recognize you? He’s hiccuping now, the weapon in his hand hardly even lifted up anymore as he takes a sip of the alcohol
“Verena! My luv, get your ass over here—!”
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