A Porcelain Purpose

Gentle Reader,


Once Clyde was laid to rest in the family burial plot in the backyard, we called someone to repair everything. Strange how some people vainly hold on to their youth.


I've gone downtown. My next husband, Bud Fox was nowhere to be found, although I was lucky enough to see a lovely diversion by the name of Quavi Robbins.


Oh my, this is not good. Dear Reader, I have fallen in love with Quavi. He does not have my porcelain skin and he tends to stir feelings reminiscent of my Jeff. I must leave him before I do something I will regret.


I have not yet met up with my next husband, although I have managed to meet a vision of beauty and perfection.


Not seeing Bud downtown, I went home and invited him over for a date. As planned the dream date ended with Bud moving in.


Bud Fox moved in with just over §3k and an odd assortment within his backpack. He’s an astronaut in the military track and I don’t recall his sign, aspiration nor his LTW. I don’t suppose it matters since he will do what all others have done before him.

Be blessed,
Negrita

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