another drink? i lost track already. at least he's paying for this one. i can't remember the last time i've been bought a drink. with every dress i took off, with every night i wasted, i watched my youth and beauty linger. pretty much the typical scenario. but who can complain when covered in gold and surrounded by luxury?
i swore i'll shoot his head off if i'll see him again. they will hunt me down and kill me one morning on my way to the post office, i won't even get to enjoy a bitter touch of satisfaction. it scares the living shit out of me that they will burry me alive. all i can do is hope they will shoot me in the head too, they can't miss it that way.
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