His password for the year of 2013-2014 was "fuck Kikah." Made me type it in every time he wanted me to check his email for him. Told me I had to find him pussy because I found love with a hobo loser. But said the hobo wanted him. Implied there had been a relationship for years. Said, he called me for weed from Utah, I mailed it to him; I cooked for him. My food is better than yours. He took me bowling. Of course I was broken. All I offered the hobo was semi-scripted head and a tender touch. (Oh, I wanted to.) I look back and still cannot understand how the gay hobo got it up for me. The other he said Kikah, no one wants you. He doesn't and I don't. Stay still until I finish but keep crying, bitch. Now that you've told people I hurt you, I'm really gonna. And he did.
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