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RE: A Pop-up WeWrite Contest: I Married A Monster
Unbelievable but true. This acquaintance was told that after she went to work he was flashing visitors to the apartments in the building when they passed his door. He’d sit on the couch with a towel over his privates and wait. I guess he’d pick and chose who to flash. A real sicko!
Maybe she couldn’t find arsenic and had to use rat poison.
Of all the people who die young... why can't it be the creeps!
That’s a good question Carol.