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His idea of romance was madness-I always knew it was-

The maso/sado dichotomy of monogamy had grown stale.

The demands of social conformity came at a hefty price, more so for him than I.

But nevermind that now-my suspicions were confirmed after I found out the skeletons he kept denying were actually there in his closet-after the police raid.

I had to leave the jaded soils I once proudly marched against-my exit was blinking-and the shelf life of those bulbs were about to short-circuit.