Head high in clouds.

Rarely footed on ground 2 ground,

upside down,upsetting 2 his 

champion of champion wife,who's stood by his side,

no matter what,25 years of her life,

25 miserable years it's been for she.

 

Let's get away,far away,

from the "Rat Race"she says 2 him one day.

He agrees.

He agrees.

Surprised.

Delighted,

 at his answer,she be.

 

The night before their trip,Out of sight of he.

Magurie packs her SIG P320-(excellent accuracy),

into her suitcase,tightly wrapped up in her jeans.

No 26 years as of 2mor.25 has been 2 long for she.

She wishes she had thought of this years ago.

But knows this is the right time for she.

 

She's feeling very nervous.

Feeling butterflies flying in her stomach.

Feeling sickly,she's feeling,is Margurie.

She has never harmed anyone before.

Not in this final way,is her thought.

Not this finality,this final finality.

She thought.

 

 

She's been planning this for months.

Almost a year,has Margurie.

 

I'm still young.

I look good for 63.

Maybe i can get a young man,

A nice young man,

She says while looking at her refection in the mirror.

Maybe. Just maybe. Just maybe!

 

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