A Cautionary Narrative written to protect the guilty. theory ebbed with conspiratorial characters, shady deals, and death lurks. Havoc wreaks chill down spine, unnerved adrelaline to sheer Oblivion without notice. What happens when obsession turns fatal?
I've never vacationed, taken trip, never anywhere with him. I'm terrified of being alone with him, living in our car doesn't count we have visible neighbors.
I spend 2 hrs a day with with wart. Rest of the time he's fucking off playing wizard of war craft, starmash, or talking to his Argentinian lover bombita.
Who recently married, and hates his life choice already regretting decision for marriage. Why didn't wart talk him self out of a bad marriage? before wart said, “I do.”