My fiancé was taken from me about a month before the wedding. It sounds like something out of a movie, but it really happened. It was done by my younger sister. True, she’s my step-sister on my father’s side.
They got way too bold, and I caught them in the act at the billiards table in their parents’ house. I remember how I threw a billiard ball at them. I should have aimed at their heads to wipe out all his neurons and leave him a complete idiot. In moments like that, hatred goes through the roof, and pity disappears altogether. I was stopped only by fear of punishment and a prison sentence. Since then, I haven’t even tried a second time…
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