I spent the weekend stewing in my rage, and plotting the details of my negligent manslaughter of Roger, right down to the alibi, evidence tampering evasion, fleeing the country on foot (with my fly AF light up sneakers) and the unwilling yet unwavering final shootout with the pigs.
About my first Valentine.
SF Ali

Good! I thought I was the only one who, as a child, plotted ways to destroy my playground rivals *cackle*.

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