My husband has started to ask questions. Foolish questions. Questions like, "Why do the sheets smell like cheap coffee?", and "What was up with that moaning sound when you drink coffee?"
It's time to eliminate him. I planned it all perfectly. I'm waiting for him in our room. I'm covered in Folgers dust. I can't hide anymore. I gave away the children this afternoon. The orphanage was too much work, but luckily this CPS fella was nice enough to take them for free.
My husband knocks on the door. I readjust my grip on the gun. God bless America.
"Hello?" He asks tentatively. I stay quiet. He fumbles for his keys and unlocks the door.
Bang bang. Finally I am free. The police can arrest me but they can't take away Folgers. Jail will be fun. I smirk.
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My Folgers Dream (by: the lemon drop girl don't associate me with this)
FanfictionA steamy story of the forbidden love between married mother Marionette and her hot Folgers secret. https://youtu.be/R8PbHiHVWQM
