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We out of my Berlin Tokyo War Hearts book

 

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We don't talk now but we once did. I was there when it all went wrong; a ghost, spirit or spectre? No just me. I saw you argue with your wife, knew you'd blame me and be vicious. A Jack Russell. Who's the postman?                                                                                                             

 

You threw stuff, broke a picture on the wall. Threatened to chuck ornaments at me, I sensed right then, your madness. If I made a stand, would you back off or do me? I don't know what words made you like this; did your wife say them?                                                             

 

Or am I to blame? My presence here in your home, in her knickers next? You calm down and leave, best thing mate. She tells me what happened; I'm in the middle again.                                                                                                    

You're absence is noted, wifey and me watch Dante's Peak. Nice moment.

 

Do I make a move? She's sat next to me, so easy to put my arm round her. A kiss, feelings always there, a fuck, real love making session, no going back. Silly gal never locked the door, you can catch us!

 

Do you want to? So you can kill us, prove you're right or agree with something twisted inside your mad skull? I know the reason why.

love and sexguy and galthings going on

◄ Berlin Tokyo Warhearts book...

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