I confess.
The shoe horn is what commited
the crime.
The weapon.
I have no skill whatsoever-
but what about happiness?
I haven't a clue.
Therefore; therefore.
I resist temptation.
For you my sweet -sweet
Tanya.
For I have gone blind!
BLINDED.
This clock on the wall...
reads...
"I've had my moment in the sun."
Tales of a narcissist sex symbol status.
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