November 13th 2016
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Chicago summer morning....
(alarm rings annoying.... 🎶 plays slowly)
A knock at the door interrupted the peaceful morning. Mrs Thompson peeeped in... " lily- it morning you are not gonna stay locked up in there sucking over that good for nothing guy when he is out there enjoying and making merry.
ummmm.... mum kk, lily Thompson murmmed, lazily making her way to the bathroom and (jams) the door locked.
the bathroom just like every modern home had a mirror 🪞 screwed to the right with makeup and you know girls stuffs neatly arranged at the counter. she hated morning not just morning but Brian Jonas for ruining her perfect life. the red signs was blinking just to foolish to realize what a fool she had been married to liar like him. staring at the mirror at the reflection staring stariaght at she hated herself the more for letting her guards down and number one golden rule. "never trust a man that sings too much poetry you might just be his next master pieces and thats how Brian had made her feel. For seven years she endured in silence all for love and finally the clock strikes twelve she realize the love they once shared was gone and was ducking her secretary right under her nose for three damn good years. those memories still haunt her like a twisted horror movie making she the victim.

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