CHAPTER 27
If you had told me, a year ago, that I would be in this situation, I believe I would have laughed you out of existence. A man such as myself would never be in this position. Granted, if you had told me a year ago I would have fallen for a buxom, wide-hipped curved Gothic mermaid young enough for our relationship to ferment a Lolita film, I would have stopped listening and walked away. If you had told me I would be sitting in an intricate office, walls lined in mahogany and adorned with priceless paintings by artists long since passed, us three sat in front of a desk that could be considered a table with it’s expensive marable top, sitting next to said mermaid, with my ex-wife’s former fiance on her other side, I would have had you committed. Yet, here we are. I had to give it to her
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