You arrive home to your luxurious mansion in the brain fog that has plagued you for weeks. You see your wife Tiffany standing in front of a full length mirror in a very revealing dress. She turns and smirks handing you a drink which you sip without question. Oh, hi honey. Yes, I'm wearing this dress again. You want me to be happy, don't you? Yes, I'm going to another party. You want me to be happy, don't you? Yes, there will be a lot of men there. You want me to be happy, don't you?
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1☧ Kai ✞
17/08/2024