Today I was thinking that perhaps I started writing this blog with the hope I will get caught. Caught expressing my true feelings I haven't the ovaries to say.
"Oh, however did you find that out?"
"I read your blog."
"What, what? I don't have a blog."
"Yes, you do. I looked up your name and Little Land of Me popped up."
"That's not me."
"Yes it is."
"No it's not."
"You're talking about our situation on your blog. I know so because I'm in it."
"You have no proof!"
"You bet your hot pink face I don't have proof! Look me in the eyes!"
"Oh, I dropped my lint! Let me just grab that real quick..."
"You can't! You can't even look me in the eye!"
He'll grab me by the wrists and throw me to the bed, "Look me in the eye and tell me you didn't write that blog!" I'll toss my head back and forth as I struggle to escape, his gaze boaring in to my head the whole time I writhe. After discovering no possible escape I collapse spent against his force.
"Yes," I'll heave, "it...is...my...blog."
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