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Two Wrongs Don't Make A Right

The first time I laid my eyes on Paul, I knew he was trouble. The second time I laid my eyes on him, he was trouble. Now the third time...he is dead.

At first, I thought that I was just being unreasonably jealous, but the moment that I saw him try and kiss my fiance, I knew that I was going to do something that is going to land me in a prison cell for the night.

I took my eyes away from them for a second only to find when I looked again that the buff dumbo has his filthy lips against hers.

I need not even hesitate that maybe I am seeing things wrong; I fling the front door open and rush towards him. I grab him by the shoulder and spin him around

"What fuck do you think you are doing?"

"Let go of me!"

If he thinks I am going to let go, then he has another thing coming. I ball my right hand into a fist so tightly that my knuckles are turning white. With the full force of my trembling arm, I pull back and launch my fist straight into his jaw. H

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