A honeymoon in Vegas. That was what they'd always dreamed of. Harold and Clare stepped into the casino, dazzled by the lights, laughter and despair. As Harold passed the detector a loud siren wailed.
"It's probably these." he said, pointing at the horseshoes he'd glued to his feet.
"I'm afraid you can't take those into the casino." the security guard explained. Harold removed the horseshoes and walked through the detector again. Once more the siren shrieked.
"Please could you empty your pockets." the security guard asked. Harold turned out his pockets, revealing a rabbit's foot and a four leaf clover.
"I'm afraid you can't take those into the casino." the security guard explained.
"It's OK. I don't need those. I'm already the luckiest man alive." Harold proclaimed, pointing at his beautiful wife. Within a second three guards tackled Harold's bride to the floor. A fourth guard arrived a moment later. He held a gun to Claire's head and fired twice.
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