A Changed Man
Pexels – Samuel Lima
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Mike was standing at the altar in a regular blue suit. His hair wasn’t swept back like Dracula’s, and he wasn’t wearing any makeup. Terry’s bouquet fell to the floor. “Get out,” she stammered. “Leave!”
Mike walked away, disappearing in the barn’s red lights. But he came in a flowing red cape and full makeup a minute later. His entrance was majestic, his face split by a breathtaking smile. But one thing was still the same.
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