Charlie FUCKING GLENCOE! In my room. Covered in blood. What the actual FUCK is happening, I ask. He walks to grab my towel.
Now Charlie, cleaning himself off with my towel says: "I forgot to tell you...I'm a serial killer." My initial thoughts: Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck, fuck, fuck.......FUCK!
Right when I think I met a nice boy, he had to go out and kill someone. You can spend the night with me, I say. Even though I wanted to beat his face in for not telling me... however I can't blame him. I wouldn't tell anyone if that was my my "hobby" either.
He then proceeds to thank me with a full make out session. And then things get more intense. Who knew someone who murdered someone could be sexy. I think I'm crazy. Tonight we hide out, together under the sheets.
tomorrow is a different story
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Until death do us part
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