Crushes can die.

That was my thought running through my head talking to my Vixen friend yesterday.
I was sitting on my couch, listening to her tell me about her no good Wolf of a man.

…the same man who I wanted to take down and conquer.
I guess all good packages can be prepackaged shit.

Here is how we all met….
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