I read this post to my husband and he’s so used to me reading the horrible posts from MAGAs on Twitter that he had to clarify that you weren’t trying to insult someone 🫠
I sauntered into the room, cigar in one hand and a scotch in the other. That is when I saw her. I don't know if it was the cold breeze of the open window sending chills up my spine or her soft, white gown barely holding on to her downy feather body. All I knew was this dame was trouble.
Nearly 2 am & so far the case is far from cracked.
Sheets rumpled, legs twitching, the silence covers the scene of the crime in a stifling blanket of restless energy.
Too tired to move, too lazy to chase the clues, too depressed to do more than passively read here.
It's going to be a long night.
Oh of these things we are yet to determine. One thing is for sure, the one known as the California king is sure to let the duvet fall from one of the biggest coverups ever.
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Sheets rumpled, legs twitching, the silence covers the scene of the crime in a stifling blanket of restless energy.
Too tired to move, too lazy to chase the clues, too depressed to do more than passively read here.
It's going to be a long night.
A single narrow focus?
A hint of an oppressive duvet, stifling thought?
The floorboards creaked, threatening discovery.
Is it a kid napping?
What? You're going to INTERROGATE me? Nooo! 😲