Yo-Han woke up with a start, swearing he felt something. Looking around, he reached for his gun underneath his pillow. A rustle in the sheets next to him made him immediately point his gun, ready to shoot, as he pulled the sheets away. What greeted him was perhaps worse than a nightmare. No, it was definitely worse than a nightmare because this was reality. “Jesus fucking Christ, Shahir. You can’t do this anymore --- we’re both married. Now get the fuck out before I shoot you for real.”
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