Bubby was already in a committed relationship with the motor engine of her truck. It was warm just like another human being. How could she have a affair with a microwave while still being deeply
attracted to her truck.
She decided it was best to forget the affair and move forward hoping time will fix itself. However no matter much she tried to distract her thoughts it keep reoccurring like a record player on repeat. The thoughts began to consume her completely.
She couldn't handle the grief and worrisome thoughts of guilt much longer. She felt like she was dipping herself into insanity. She felt on edge if a canyon. She fucker a microwave. Something no rational person would do. What if her family and friends found out about her attraction to technology. Why would they care she reassured herself.
They were never there for her anyways. They never gave a fuck anyways. This could just be her little serect. A serect she can keep to herself till the grave. That was more than engoguh to reassure bubby that she will be ok.
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Radical Love
FanfictionWhen a average American love story takes a turn up north to the Canadian rockies 😳 and fails just like how I failed my 10 th grade French class.
