My cupidity for her is humongous. I follow her everywhere. I love her. I need to be close to her, but not too close, I cannot handle the germs. Today, Valentine’s Day, I decided I will allow myself succumb to her germs. She wears a layered sheer dress. I follow her into the park. NO, it cannot be. She is not true to me as I am to her. She sits with a man. It angers me. I smash in her head with a rock, the bouquet of roses fall around her feet as the crimson flows from her skull.

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