Fake Part Two

  • She walks into Her house, her Feet sore and her Head aching. The husband stands up With two vodka bottles In his hands. He goes off about Everything. He's mad, With a temper That could make Satan Quiver. Thrown against The wall, Bruises on her Face, she cries Herself to sleep.
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