Cyrine Nawa

I broke up with Wilma. I was hiding in the closet when she arrived with her lesbian friend Tommy. They were both in toxic involved when I jumped out and Wilma crossed the room like on Dracula’s socks throwing mince-meat pies. It was over quickly when the paramedics came and I know how it feels having a cockroach the only one you ever really want to have coffee with.

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