I want to tell you a story about a teacher who fell in love with a man in the class.
He brought her bright red roses every single Sunday afternoon.
She loved him so much with all her heart, and he loved her back.
However, one day she saw his pupils dialate for another.
She became so possesed with jealousy she would say to herself every night for six months before she would sleep,
"If he can't have me, he can't have anybody."
Naturally, the love between them turned sour. He threatened to walk out but just as his fingers grazed the door knob..
She took the roses out of the vase, poured the water on the floor, and Bam! Bashed his head straight in.
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May 24th 🖤 - 6 minutes ago