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he’d cooked me a meal, bought flowers, a bottle of wine and chocolates and lit candles on the table
This makes me want to barf. The idea that she occupies all of his thoughts, while she's barely has a moment to think about him because she's still haunted by Chad's cock.
There will still be betabucks lining up to wife this psycho.
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This and OP's post needs to be sidebarred asap. There is nothing for bluepills to debate here... we just point them to this post.
Save it for your Mangina Monologues.
