GothicGorilla
How could he accuse me? Me, his wife, of all people? I am the one he is supposed to love, honor, and cherish. He shouldn't be accusing me of murdering his father! For all I know, he did it.
Rq handed me my little bundle of joy. It was our newborn baby boy. He smiled at me, and told me he loved me, for the hundredth time today.
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