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i have to do it today.

but what if he runs away? to a so-called urgent meeting? more like to a strip club. what a good fiancee, huh?

maybe i should just barge into the room and yell at him or something.

yeah, that sounds great.

i tell him i'll be late, as usual, and go into the house earlier. a lot earlier. today, pink stilettos on the shoe rack. not mine, though.

hey, that stiletto looks nice. maybe i could hide it somewhere-?

i took it and hid it in the guest room, and hid all my other shoes in there, too, since the girl might steal my shoes when she doesn't find hers.

i mean, i got worn out red sneakers, and lost my black pumps.

it didn't take long to transfer the shoes, and i didn't make much ruckus.

i mean, bringing back a girl home is one, but on our bed? and how he 'lost' my favorite sweatshirt?

heck, he probably gave it to the red heels chick.

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