Note: In respnoce to Voodoo Girl's review: I DO NOT write for reviews! I simply ask for a certain amount of reviews so I know whether I should continue writing it or whether everyone hates my story and I should delete it. One more thing, If you don't like Angel, I sugest you stop reading this now..
Okay, on with the story..
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It was a wonderful day (as wonderful as it could possibly GET in a city, anyway), and Dorothy was in her white dress, which amazingly Roger didn't mind.
"Are you sure white is okay?" Dorothy asked.
"Of course it's okay. It's our wedding so we could kill that all-wear-black rule," replied Roger, who was dressed in a black suit.
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"Who are you?" Dastun asked. He reached his hand into his pocket for his gun in case the stranger caused trouble.
"No one you need ter know," replied someone who's face was hidden.
"Well, get outta the way cause I've got to ---" He fell over with a gunshot wound
"Heh, heh, idiot." The stranger took the invitation out of Dastun's pocket.
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Norman was standing at the gates collecting invitations. He hardly knew any of Roger's clients so new faces weren't suprises.
"Agah.. Agah.. Agah... Dorothy!" Roger managed to say. She was walking up to him in a beautiful white dress. "Agah... you look nice."
Angel laughed. "So much for smooth-talking Roger."
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Finally....
"And do you, Miss Robot Dorothy Wanyreight take Mr. Roger Smith to be your husband forever and ever and ever or at least until everyone loses their memories again?"
"I do.."
"Then you," he faced Roger, "may kiss the bride."
He did. A resonating gunshot rang out. Dorothy collasped in Roger's arms.
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I know, I know, I hate cliffhangers too.
Okay, on with the story..
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It was a wonderful day (as wonderful as it could possibly GET in a city, anyway), and Dorothy was in her white dress, which amazingly Roger didn't mind.
"Are you sure white is okay?" Dorothy asked.
"Of course it's okay. It's our wedding so we could kill that all-wear-black rule," replied Roger, who was dressed in a black suit.
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"Who are you?" Dastun asked. He reached his hand into his pocket for his gun in case the stranger caused trouble.
"No one you need ter know," replied someone who's face was hidden.
"Well, get outta the way cause I've got to ---" He fell over with a gunshot wound
"Heh, heh, idiot." The stranger took the invitation out of Dastun's pocket.
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Norman was standing at the gates collecting invitations. He hardly knew any of Roger's clients so new faces weren't suprises.
"Agah.. Agah.. Agah... Dorothy!" Roger managed to say. She was walking up to him in a beautiful white dress. "Agah... you look nice."
Angel laughed. "So much for smooth-talking Roger."
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Finally....
"And do you, Miss Robot Dorothy Wanyreight take Mr. Roger Smith to be your husband forever and ever and ever or at least until everyone loses their memories again?"
"I do.."
"Then you," he faced Roger, "may kiss the bride."
He did. A resonating gunshot rang out. Dorothy collasped in Roger's arms.
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I know, I know, I hate cliffhangers too.
