Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
“I’m not crazy.” “Yes, you are. That’s the only explanation I can fathom for why you’re carrying on this farce. You…you come dressed like you just left a My Chemical Romance concert, you have total disregard for anything you said in there, you talked about penis skin and then held my hand on the way out. It’s not real, Wilder. We are not real.” She gestures between us. “I understand that.” “Do you though?” She tucks her hair behind her ear. “Because you just paid for eight days in marriage camp at reception.”
