“Sure would hate to have this happen on my honeymoon,”
Bill said, binoculars trained on Greg Stone’s room.
“Really? You wouldn’t want to be murdered on your
honeymoon?” Jeff replied, screwing the next piece of his rifle on.
“Yeah, I mean. You’re on your honeymoon and then, BLAMO!
You’re dead.”
“Maybe they should’ve thought of that before running off
with all those drugs.”
Bill lowered the binoculars. “I’m not saying I don’t get
it. I’m just saying I’d hate to get shot on my honeymoon.”
Jeff shrugged.
“What about the wife? Might be awkward to explain to her
new in-laws.”
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