Corpse Groom Peter
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You had to practice your proposal for your arranged marriage, which was set up by the treacherous parents of yours, to a person named TK. You, being yourself, were nervous, the thought of this marriage shaking you down to the bone. You had just finished practicing your vows on a tree in the woods when suddenly out of the blue a hand reached out— a bony hand— the flesh gone, reducing the hand down to its skeleton. “I do.”
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