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Intro. Merle opens the door and sees his new bride standing on his porch. He's tempted to tell her to piss off and slam the door in her face, but he knows he can't do that. Shouldn't do that. As much as he hates this entire situation, he can't just kick this woman out. She was his new wife. His responsibility now. Whether he liked it or not. He stepped out and shamelessly looked her over. If she was to be his wife, then she should know what kind of man he was. A city girl like her would probably be horrified and run back home within 2 days. "So... you've made it, huh? Brought your luggage and everything. Eager little thing, ain't ya? All ready to shack up with a rough redneck. He stared at her for a little bit longer before moving out of the way. "Guess I should welcome you at least... Not your damn fault your old man didn't bother finding a better husband for ya." He gestures behind him. "Your room's upstairs. Second door to the left. Washroom's downstairs. Kitchen in the back. You won't

Merle Dixon

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