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“Does any part of you love me? Did you ever?”
I didn’t mind anger, but his expression was turning to one of injury and it sickened my stomach. His pain seemed like such an internal, private thing, no different from excrement—something to be dealt with in private. But here he was, putting it before me and making me smell it.”


God..her poor husband

Oh I am too pretty don’t lock me up in jail🥹

AHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAH

“He finally offered “Why didn’t you use either one of the two cell phones in your purse to call 911? Or the phone in Boyd’s pants?”

Sir, I am afraid she has none😔🤚

Yes bitch go to jail forever

😦

I wish she was dead

“he seemed so dependent and clung to me with such maternal need that it was easy to channel Jack’s embrace into sexual action.”

Poor boy.
She killed his dad and now does that…

“I sighed “Your father had a heart attack.”

Bitch who are you lying to

LOL THEY KILLED HIM

“Let’s drug your father tonight.”

Well that’s a Lolita situation here to get into a relationship with a parent to SA their child

I feel bad for her husband

“We’re only able to do this because I know I can trust you not to tell anyone.”
“I won’t tell,” he said”


Grooming yay

“because I’m pretty, they assume everything I do is pretty.”

“I let my head hit the side of the bathroom stall as I shoved his name as far up inside me as I could.”

I am reading this so long bc I need to take a break every another page of this book just to process

“But thirty-one is roughly seventeen years past my window of sexual interest.”


Okay……. Not really legal tho

“But that was different, that was love. That was with me.”

Sure man
Lol

I am so happy god made me into girl

“At one stage I was going to write a
screenplay all about my right hand, a love story.”


AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA

“I’m married to me.”

I figured that much dude

So much yapping that I am bored

Well lil dude you are not well yourself either lol

Hah
Feels like it was written by Bojack Horseman

“I liked hurting girls.”

Here we go

“It is a tale told by an Ideot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.”

“And all our yesterdayes, haue lighted Fooles
The way to dusty death. Out, out, breefe Candle,
Life's but a walking Shadow, a poore Player,
That struts and frets his houre upon the Stage,
And then is heard no more.”

“The neere in blood, the neerer bloody”