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

I knew that voice.

I knew that voice.

Oh, dear god, I knew that voice.

I tried to say her name but all that came out was a low mmmm noise.

Lady Alligator drummed its sharp nails along the porcelain edge of the tub again. I felt the sound in the depths of my soul.


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