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25-Apr-2020 16:55

She smiled at me with that cute, adorable smile I have grown to know and love and headed out.After climbing Burger King's corporate ladder, I had finally attained the position of regional financial manager for the entire state.She tossed me an invite and, seeing as I was a lonely 32 year old man, she didn't have to ask twice.

Out of the seventeen games we played, I think I made around 23 shots. It was funny, because she kept apologizing for being so good. I couldn't believe it, I had actually scored a beautiful woman. The relationship moved pretty quickly and it seemed we were truly matched for each other.

I apologized and motioned to the basement to finish moving my things. In a hurried and almost frantic voice, she assured me that she'd take care of the rest of my things and that I should relax. We never got tired of each other, and, on our wedding day, the kiss we shared on that alter was so special that I firmly believe angels surrounded us and serenaded us with harps and trumpets as our lips connected and sparked so brightly that the entire room was illuminated.

It was a bit odd, sure, but she had been through so much excruciating sadness throughout her life that her having a psychiatric illness is something I expected. I'll leave out the details of the honeymoon as this is not a pornographic piece.

She found that so romantic and flew into my arms, screaming yes to the skies. I moved out of my shitbox apartment and into her home.

I always admired the cozy feel of her two bedroom ranch house. As I was moving my final things in, I noticed how much of a mess I was making, with my boxes of stuff and all.

Out of the seventeen games we played, I think I made around 23 shots. It was funny, because she kept apologizing for being so good. I couldn't believe it, I had actually scored a beautiful woman. The relationship moved pretty quickly and it seemed we were truly matched for each other.

I apologized and motioned to the basement to finish moving my things. In a hurried and almost frantic voice, she assured me that she'd take care of the rest of my things and that I should relax. We never got tired of each other, and, on our wedding day, the kiss we shared on that alter was so special that I firmly believe angels surrounded us and serenaded us with harps and trumpets as our lips connected and sparked so brightly that the entire room was illuminated.

It was a bit odd, sure, but she had been through so much excruciating sadness throughout her life that her having a psychiatric illness is something I expected. I'll leave out the details of the honeymoon as this is not a pornographic piece.

She found that so romantic and flew into my arms, screaming yes to the skies. I moved out of my shitbox apartment and into her home.

I always admired the cozy feel of her two bedroom ranch house. As I was moving my final things in, I noticed how much of a mess I was making, with my boxes of stuff and all.

Disgusted by the company of my left hand, I decided to go out to one of those speed dating events. Keep in mind, I worked at Burger King, so the best clothes I could afford were some mediocre dress shirts and tattered khaki pants I bought at Wal Mart during a clearance event.