The Twisted Roads To My Madness
She shoots up and slaps him across the face.
“OW! What the fuck was that for?” He yells.
“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT MOVIE I’M TALKING ABOUT, DO YOU?” She yells as she scrambles to her feet.
“WHAT? Baby of course I know what movie you’re talking about, Honest I do!”
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The Twisted Roads To My Madness 