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

“I bring in thousands,” it went on. “They come from all corners of the world to see me. I’m the star attraction here. I can have any man I want.”

You’re a selfish whoremonster in a dirty bathtub, I thought, but I didn’t say anything.

Miranda’s eyes, a shade of alien gold in the flickering glow of lit candles, squinted at me.

“You’re just the same as you’ve always been,” it said, a lilt of disappointment in its voice. “Such a terrible bore.”

I put my suit jacket back on. Lady Alligator sighed deeply.


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