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It was dark, the night before his wedding to Tamar, He had woken up with a terrible pain in his head. The nagging pain in his forehead was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It irritated him. "Stupid wedding" he mutters under his breath. The weight of his parents' decision had been weighing on him for the past two weeks. He had never felt this way. Most days, he was irritable, avoiding anything and anyone that would aggravate the situation; top on the list was his father. A week ago, they had the traditional family dinner at Tamar's Pack; a dinner hosted by the bride's family to show they had accepted the groom's token. His Mother made sure he looked the part of the cheerful groom-to-be. Tamar played her part as the excited bride-to-be. He didn't know if she noticed his lacklus