All that Glitters aren’t Gold

You know what keeps me up at night? It was never the monster under the bed, the glowing red eyes outside the windows, the faint tinkling laughter of a non-existent child, nor the thought of him leaving me for an obvious lowlife. It was the fACT THAT SENATOR BATO BERATED RAOUL MANUEL, A SUMMA CUMContinue reading “All that Glitters aren’t Gold”

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