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

Lady Alligator stared at me. She didn’t move.

“Come on, Miranda, we’re leaving.”

“What, like this is one of your dreadfully boring cocktail parties and you’ve had your fill?” it said with a barking little laugh. “I’m still the pretty wife on your arm and you can shoo me out the door because you’ve decided it’s time to go?”


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