I am a buffoon. Like my plan would work flawlessly. Just my luck. I scoff at my hubris. Of course, she knows me too well, we are married. She followed me, fuming and gnashing her teeth, but this time, there was no game. Just a screech of anguish and then 190 pounds of gorgeous muscle and coffee skin tone barreling into me at 30 mph. After that, it was me who was wailing as she hit me for leaving her in the dust when I promised her that we would be together forever until death do us part. That was a mistake on my part, underestimating her power. So now, I either have to try and escape again or tell her the truth, but I am not sure if I can. It is harder than you would think.
-G.G.
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To Humanity
Science FictionI fear that this will be lost to time. However, if it remains preserved long enough for a healthy human being to come across it, I hope that it is of use. Whomever finds this, please utilize my words for research of the future. -G.G. (This journal...
