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She glared at him. He went too far that time. "My background was messy?! You're the one who doed probably 2 girls a night every single night! You're the one who asked me to marry you when you were drunk! Your background is just as doed up as mine is, it's just a different kind of doed."

"Ohoho," He laughed in sarcasm. "At least bunches of people would gladly throw their faces onto the floor when I walk pass them no matter how doed up I was. And I've got a decent lady to become my wife. Who would take you? That's it. I was drunk when I ask you to marry me." He didn't know where all this anger came from but he needed to release it

She walked up to him and slapped him across the face, hard. Her eyes were showing anger, hurt, and confusion all at the same time. She had no clue what was going on with him, but he needed to get his shit together. "I thought that you loved me, I guess I was wrong," she whispered, turning away from him and heading back to the guest bedroom.