My Bride Slept With Her Childhood Friend
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My fiancee’s childhood friend, Harold Herb, loved playing pranks.
Once, he dyed my custom-made suit fluorescent green.
He blinked innocently.
“Weston, I just thought white looked boring, so I wanted to add a little color for you.”
The second time, he tampered with the engagement invitations. The wedding venue was changed from a five-star hotel to a cemetery on the outskirts of town.
When I caught him, he said it was all about aesthetics. The eerie, spooky vibe would help the guests beat the heat.
The third time, he slipped a powerful hair-removal cream into my shower gel.
