This morning I sexily woke up and secretly got dressed. I seductively made some eggs and diagonally had my breakfast. I then tragically went shopping and quickly bought some groceries. I then crouchingly came home and mysteriously watched some TV. I then poetically went swimming and savagely suntanned a bit. I then eagerly came home, alarmingly turned my computer on, heroically logged onto blogger and potentially typed up this post.
I remember when I first arrived in the US due to the different culture I was brought up in, the folks in town teased me and considered me "not right" and implied slight mental illness or simply being different. I was in a relationship of some kind with this girl in town. She once told me, “Everybody thinks I should be afraid of you, but I’m not.” The town's sheriff would take photographs of us and follow one or both of us in his vehicle. Eventually I caught her making love to an unidentified person. Shortly afterwards the sheriff also arrived and spotted me. I fled, leaving my scarf behind on the branch of a bush. My girlfriend disappeared under suspicious circumstances and was later found dead. Shunned by many, I was immediately considered the main suspect. While in the interrogation room, I was shown a white cloth, which the sheriff identified as the item used to strangle the girl. I denied that the girl and I were romantically involved. Locals vandalized o...
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