I’m On My Deathbed So I’m Coming Clean: Here’s The Gruesome Truth About What Happened To My First Wife

Before going, though, I took all her dresses to the backyard. I soaked them in gasoline. I lit a match.

Silk and satin and lace… it all burns so quickly.

Some of you reading this must be saying, yes, we know this part, Arthur. Eventually you were honest with us and you were honest with yourself and you told us Miranda ran away in Manhattan. This is no secret.

This is not the secret.


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