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My husbands Night crawler MAN DIE

It was untimely but not unexpected nor unthinkable my husband fetish led him there she was Mexican and black a manufacturer of goods for services my husband frequented her place of business I often wondered where was he open for suggestions on my way to mass there she was Mandy claiming he fathered her child it was weird I felt absolutely nothing at this point I told her you should have told me when I cared right now I feel nothing no anger no jealousy nothing you took that from me if you had told me when I suspected I would have felt something anything at any rate he was a loser crawling into Mexico as I lay I’ll brain injured suffering mental illness today man die serving four years for stabbing five persons I am blessed she didn’t get a chance to stab me in one of her jealous fits she told me her real game plan moving up the ladder sleeping with corrupt detectives providing her with drugs to manufacture hiding her children conceived by the abusive force mastering excessive manipulation manic maniac Mexican Mandy queen pin gang member flea from me Man die alone I wore wires pregnant for the Fbi buying weapons and drugs this revealed my ex husband’s sharing Mandy falsehood looking for a get out of jail free card for brutally stabbing five persons her lover mr detective excessive force back off I donated my abusive ex husband to corruption and Man die severe repeat violent offenders stop badgering intimidation stalking terrorist threats

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