One moonlit night
One moonlit night, Beetlejuice stumbled upon the Corpse Bride, her veil shimmering like ghostly mist. With a toothy grin, he offered her a bouquet of wilted roses.
She giggled, her laughter like the rustling of dry leaves, and took his hand, skeletal fingers entwining. They danced through the cemetery, casting shadows that danced along with them, two misfits bound by love that was, quite literally, to die for.
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One moonlit night
One moonlit night, Beetlejuice stumbled upon the Corpse Bride, her veil shimmering like ghostly mist. With a toothy grin, he offered her a bouquet of wilted roses.
She giggled, her laughter like the rustling of dry leaves, and took his hand, skeletal fingers entwining. They danced through the cemetery, casting shadows that danced along with them, two misfits bound by love that was, quite literally, to die for.
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Thank you to the owners for the wonderful hospitality