Welcome to hell.

Fidelity. I'm I'm The The

The The

The We're going to be. We're going to be. And Why hello again?

Why hello again? You caught me at an awkward time. I'm just working on my tan. If the reek of putrefaction doesn't kill you, the radiation will. Ah, the ghost of summer is in the air,

and I smell the perfume of a burgeoning romance around you. At least, I hope it's that,

and not the noxious fumes from my last involving. Which brings me to today's cadaverous cassette.

Did you ever wish you could cleanse yourself of the past? Did you ever want to

permanently wash away the sins that stain your soul? Zach Sheridan fancied himself tall, dark, and

handsome until he met his match. When it came to the darkness part, that is.

Cupid's arrow may strike hard, but a woman's scorn can definitely deal a heartier blow.

It's a tale about the transformative power of transgression.

So put on your sunglasses and grab that SP666 sunscreen

as we travel to a little hideaway called Cade Beach.

Zach stood in front of the window.

The nurse had said the doctor would be in soon, but he was nervous.

Not about the doctor, about his shitty parking job.

If someone opened their passenger side door, it would slam right into his new hatchback.

He looked down just in time to see someone wearing a dark pullover sweater with the hood up.

They were peering into his driver's side window.

The figure raised a rusty pry bar.

The blow shattered the window into a thousand worthless smoky diamonds. Why? Didn't people

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