| | 9:32 p.m. | |
Me:
I buried the body. What now?The Husband:
Now you quietly come down the stairs. Our reservation is in half an hour, honey.Me:
I don't want to leave them...The Husband:
Sweetheart, that's why we hired Summer. She's a capable teen. Now get your ass down here and stop spending time that you're supposed to spending with me on the kids! They won't be waking up until tomorrow morning! I NEED TO FEEL LOVED TOO, DAMMIT!!Me:
Alright, alright. Just need to grab my shoes.The Husband:
Thank you.* * *
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Short StoryUnknown Number: I buried the body. What now? Me: Umm...what? Unknown Number: Ah shit. Sorry, wrong number! Could you like...delete that message? Me: Will the police be able to track it back to me if i don't? Unknown Number: ...yes. Me: Ok. Dele...