The warm water splashed over my hands as I stared at the window in front of me. That window was my saviour. sure, it wasn't jesus, but it was sure as hell something. It brought a small joy to me, and sometimes even a small smile to my face. That smile usually only showed when I caught a glimpse of Roy
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viva la homicidal housewives.
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