been dragged through every alley in the city. The fabric was torn, stained with mud, grease, and God knows what else. His hair was a wild, matted mess. A thick, filthy beard covered most of his face. The stench hit me even before I reached him—sewage, sweat, and despair.
Julian stood nearby in a flawless black tuxedo, clapping slowly, his new fiancée giggling beside him.
“My God, he smells like a trash can!” she shrieked.
The entire church erupted in laughter. Phones were out. This moment would go viral.
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