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I furtively place the phone to my ear, a bead of sweat rolls down my forehead and into my brow eventually finding its way into my eye, stinging slightly. I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, the words struggle to form in my throat. My confession, to the nothingness on the other end of an empty line, or so I think... lurches out of my mouth like a lame cripple, crawling into the light of righteous damnation: "I-I did it..." "I d-did the..." "the f-f-F..." "the Fappening... it was m-me" I start to sob softly into the receiver, releasing the tension of a sin I've carried too long upon my conscience. FBI: .......
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# ¿ Mar 7, 2017 01:16 |
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# ¿ Apr 30, 2024 04:13 |
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The FBI raped me. The end.
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# ¿ Mar 14, 2017 03:23 |
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I think a probate is in order, for the length in which time a drunken stupor should be assumed to have worn off, if the mod agrees I shall assume said punishment in disgrace. I apologize to any I may have offended.
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# ¿ Mar 14, 2017 03:40 |