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"Maybe what's wrong with me is that I'm shackled to a dipshit with a do-nothing job his mom got him and a disappointing dick," she said. She knew her remarks would cut him to his core, and she leaned over attentively to watch his reaction.

"Ok, I know you don't mean that," he said with actual hurt in his voice. "We need to figure out what's happening to you. Did you hit your head or something? When did you start feeling like this?"

She propped herself up on her elbows, her tits jiggling slightly with the movement. "I've felt like this for years. You don't actually think I like you, do you? I only keep you around because replacing you would be a huge pain in the ass."

"Why are trying so hard to hurt me? This isn't r⩷ght."

What? "What the fuck di◊ you just say to me?"

"I said this isn't r··ht. Where is all this shit coming from?"

She blinked in confusion. For a second there was a flicker like a breaker had tripped. "It's coming from me. It's how I've felt for years."

"Then why are you just saying it now? Why are you acting like this, like you're possessed or something? Are you Mary's ev̵͜l twin or s͞omet͜hing?"

What was he talking about? "Mary's twin? I don't have time for this gibberish." She stood to was sitting.

"E̶v͟i̴͜͡l͞ twin. You're acting e҉̀͜v̸il. Th̵͜͡e̕ way̨ ̸͡y͏o͘u͘'̸҉͝re̡ treatińg̢̨ me is so

In bed with him. Mary was in bed with him. With G g. She was in bed with him.

"Hon, you look a little ø̨̀⟨̸̧ø⟨ø̀͠⟨̛͠ø҉⟨͟ø̕ is there sometf̮̪l͘f̧l͍̫͚f̺l̢f̮̪l͘f̧l͍̫͚f̺l̢ is?" His head was in the first place.

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her breasts her pussy her tits her pussy his dick in her

What "is happening to me?" she asked and the ▒▒▒▒ was back in bed. Greg was frantically speaking into his phone.

"I think my wife is having a stroke or a seizure or something. We just had sex and she starting flipping out, like she was babbling and looking confused. She can't stand up" He paused. "1312 Oak St. Ok, I'll stay on the line." He rubbed her arm soothingly. "It's ok, babe. We're gonna get you sorted out. I forgive you for everything you said. I don't think you know what you're saying right now. You didn't do anything wr̸̸͉͓̱̗̗̲̤̥̳̍̀ͨ̃͂̒͐̇̊oͩͣ̉̓́͊ͫ̏͌̅̚̚͏͉̣̖̹̫͇̭͕̹̫̫̦͞n͕͙̠̭̟̟͈̻̭̜̮̹̝ͦ̋̆ͩ̏̎̽̏̎̉͌̅̚g͡

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Mary blinked in confusion. She was in a nondescript room, looking at a nondescript man.