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Dear Jameson,

Within hours of becoming engaged, I found myself strapped to a table while a bladed pendulum sliced its way ever downward, downward, determined to slowly slice me apart.

As a test of love.

Keep in mind, my last wife tried to kill me… twice.

So, if you ever think about marchin’ down that aisle, ponder this.

Love,

Quentin

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