On the way home from the pet store: “Hurry up Bi#$@!”
I jumped. Why do I go for charming rogues? He’d shown no signs of this tendency at the store. Figures.
At home: “I’m f*&%^g hungry!”
Geez, he reminded me of my ex, Wade. We hadn’t spoken in years. Was this a reincarnation?
This went on for weeks. He’d eye me while eating his food, and blurt out “b*&^%” one more time.
No woman should put up with this. I sold him for two bucks in a garage sale. As is.
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