Chapter 61
Dr. Stone. I have been destined to meet you ever since my hatred beckons. Your curtain hair swallows the muck of your entire style. I am undefeated in terms of physique and you might have been carried a limp trunk under the sheets. Nobody dares to come closer without yearning for your pouches under the skirt, which has none and appears at its limit. Bring forth everything, Mr. Bumpswack. I don’t care about your double degree. Everyone could write a thingamajig in their portfolio and nobody would question of its credentials in some ways. My wife could have been hurt because of you, too. .... That’s what I want to say over him if I haven’t learned of the actual reality. He was a kind person despite rudeness depicted upon his face. He concealed everything from me, out of my presence, so
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