I didn’t want to do it father, but I caught him with another woman in the bed I made, and so I put him in a grave. And now there’s no one left around to get me off when I want, it’s a drag. The next day on the television, they identified him by the circumcision that I made and now I’m on the run, but wait…
Why did I have to go and kill him when he was the best I ever had?
|therapist:||please tell me about your life|
|me:||*clears throat* this is a story about a girl named lucky|