[ The moment it's spat out of his mouth, he regrets it, for more reasons than can be counted on both hands and both feet. If he could claw it back from the air, he would, but his body doesn't even move; standing by his equally awful retort. Maybe a worse retort. It feels worse.
It still hurts to think of about, too. About to marry a real asshole. His real asshole, who wasn't real. ]
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I was about to marry a real asshole, huh.
[ The moment it's spat out of his mouth, he regrets it, for more reasons than can be counted on both hands and both feet. If he could claw it back from the air, he would, but his body doesn't even move; standing by his equally awful retort. Maybe a worse retort. It feels worse.
It still hurts to think of about, too. About to marry a real asshole. His real asshole, who wasn't real. ]