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Is it irresponsible to start a pretty obvious love affair with Vronsky?
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My husband doesnʼt seem to mind as long as I donʼt make a fool of him in public. Talk about spineless. Maybe itʼs all the herniated discs.
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Alexei Vronzarelli - da Vronz - is my lover now. I missed my period. I may be pregnant with his baby.
My husband caught us in the house. We werenʼt fucking, just playing Yahtzee, but still, I guess having him around was a bit inappropro.
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My husband peaced. He says he canʼt ʻdeal with this whoreʼ. I guess Iʼm too much woman for him.
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My husband returned when he heard the news. I told him he was a father. His eyes lit up. Then I told him the truth. He started crying, lol.
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He has forgiven me for infidelity (and the tasteless joke) and has offered me a divorce. I kinda feel bad taking it though.
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I decided Iʼm gonna treat him well, and not divorce him. Instead Iʼll continue cuckolding him. Yeah, that sounds better.
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Iʼm moving in with Vronsky.
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Life is so boring. Letʼs play a game to see how quickly the perfect married lover can turn into the girlfriend from hell.
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HEʼS CHEATING ON ME. I know it. He says he went to visit his mom. Yeah, sure, if by mother he means some WHORE.
His mother wants him to marry a princess. She says he shouldnʼt be living in sin with a married woman. Fuckinʼ in-laws.
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I canʼt take this anymore. Iʼm going out to find him. If I find him in bed with his mother Iʼll be really pissed. Iʼm on my way.
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Sherlock Holmes
by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
@KeepDiggingWatson
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Ah, sitting in my study on Baker Street. Wearing my new velvet dressing gown. Taking some, uh . . . snuff. What a relaxing evening.
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Puffing the pipe. A pounding at the door. Go away. Woman in distress, crying. Watson terrorizing fair sex again? No. Perhaps a mystery.
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Why do people ask me to solve their problems? Let me enjoy my high. Watson says itʼs a bad habit, but what does he know? Iʼm the detective.
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I have to investigate a factory where this womanʼs lover was the foreman. She thinks the companyʼs trying to knock him off.
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Doing a few lines before I start the job. Canʼt solve a mystery without my miracle powder. By which I mean cocaine.
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Asked clever questions. I could tell all were lying. No mention of the valuable metals hidden beneath the factory. Moriarty involved?
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In the water closet doing a bump. Watson says Iʼm paranoid. Says the nose candy affects my work. Fine. Let him buy his own.
Continuing investigation. Made brilliant deductions on many snorts and very little evidence. Notice salt deposits on factory ownerʼs brogues?
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Watson says I only THINK Iʼm smart because Iʼm high. Does that mean heʼs not gay, only thinks he is?
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Need opiates to restore calm. And another gram of Colombian marching powder. Itʼs hard to be the River Phoenix of nineteenth-century England.
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Damsel came back; something afoot at the factory. Broke out the bushbait so I could wake up. She wants a hit. Elementary.
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We stripped off. I did lines off her tits. Couldnʼt get it up
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LOL, Kitty had a nervous breakdown and had to leave the country. Takes her out of the picture.
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Is it irresponsible to start a pretty obvious love affair with Vronsky?
Â
Â
After all, my husband is a geezer. Do you know what it feels like to have old AARP balls on your face? I shudder at the thought.
Â
Â
My husband doesnʼt seem to mind as long as I donʼt make a fool of him in public. Talk about spineless. Maybe itʼs all the herniated discs.
Â
Alexei Vronzarelli - da Vronz - is my lover now. I missed my period. I may be pregnant with his baby.
My husband caught us in the house. We werenʼt fucking, just playing Yahtzee, but still, I guess having him around was a bit inappropro.
Â
My husband peaced. He says he canʼt ʻdeal with this whoreʼ. I guess Iʼm too much woman for him.
Â
I almost died giving birth. Boy, you never really consider what itʼs like popping an eight-pound thing out of you. Itʼs really quite scary.
Â
My husband returned when he heard the news. I told him he was a father. His eyes lit up. Then I told him the truth. He started crying, lol.
Â
He has forgiven me for infidelity (and the tasteless joke) and has offered me a divorce. I kinda feel bad taking it though.
Â
Â
I decided Iʼm gonna treat him well, and not divorce him. Instead Iʼll continue cuckolding him. Yeah, that sounds better.
Â
Â
Whew! Glad I cleared my conscience on that one.
Â
Iʼm moving in with Vronsky.
Â
Life is so boring. Letʼs play a game to see how quickly the perfect married lover can turn into the girlfriend from hell.
Â
HEʼS CHEATING ON ME. I know it. He says he went to visit his mom. Yeah, sure, if by mother he means some WHORE.
His mother wants him to marry a princess. She says he shouldnʼt be living in sin with a married woman. Fuckinʼ in-laws.
Â
I canʼt take this anymore. Iʼm going out to find him. If I find him in bed with his mother Iʼll be really pissed. Iʼm on my way.
Â
Â
Alright, twenty rubles says that I can toss my bag in the air, run across the tracks, and catch it before the train arrivâ
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This userʼs account has been deactivated.
Sherlock Holmes
by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
@KeepDiggingWatson
Â
Ah, sitting in my study on Baker Street. Wearing my new velvet dressing gown. Taking some, uh . . . snuff. What a relaxing evening.
Â
Puffing the pipe. A pounding at the door. Go away. Woman in distress, crying. Watson terrorizing fair sex again? No. Perhaps a mystery.
Â
Why do people ask me to solve their problems? Let me enjoy my high. Watson says itʼs a bad habit, but what does he know? Iʼm the detective.
Â
I have to investigate a factory where this womanʼs lover was the foreman. She thinks the companyʼs trying to knock him off.
Â
Doing a few lines before I start the job. Canʼt solve a mystery without my miracle powder. By which I mean cocaine.
Â
Â
Asked clever questions. I could tell all were lying. No mention of the valuable metals hidden beneath the factory. Moriarty involved?
Â
Â
In the water closet doing a bump. Watson says Iʼm paranoid. Says the nose candy affects my work. Fine. Let him buy his own.
Continuing investigation. Made brilliant deductions on many snorts and very little evidence. Notice salt deposits on factory ownerʼs brogues?
Â
Watson says I only THINK Iʼm smart because Iʼm high. Does that mean heʼs not gay, only thinks he is?
Â
Need opiates to restore calm. And another gram of Colombian marching powder. Itʼs hard to be the River Phoenix of nineteenth-century England.
Â
Â
Damsel came back; something afoot at the factory. Broke out the bushbait so I could wake up. She wants a hit. Elementary.
Â
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We stripped off. I did lines off her tits. Couldnʼt get it up
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