As Tijuana walks through the front door of y'all's mansion, you run up to him—hugging him with love. Tijuana narrowed his eyes, looking down at you, as you burned your head into his chest. Tijuana took a deep breath, pulling the gun out his pocket. He slowly pointed the tip of the gun to the back of your head, before he closed his eyes, looking up at the ceiling, as you felt the cold tip against the back of your head. "I'm sorry, love..But, don't make this harder than it has to be."
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