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I met Ezekiel Young from
Salt Lake city about two years ago
and he told me he was single
and we hit it off right away.
So, we started living together.
He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd
fix him a drink, We'd have dinner.
And then I found out,
"Single" he told me?
Single, my ass. Not only
was he married
...oh, no, he had six wives.
One of those Mormons, you know. So that
night, when he came home, I fixed him
his drink as usual.
You know, some guys just can't hold
their arsenic.
Luna wasn't one to get upset. She loved Rolf. He said he loved her as well.
But he lied to her. He didn't love her. If he loved her, why would he have the other wives?
"Luna, I'm home, honey!" Rolf called.
Luna stared at the drink. She pulled the vial out and dumped the contents into the glass. She picked up the glass and carried it to Rolf.
"Hi, honey." She said, handing him the glass. "How was your day?"
Rolf drained the glass in one take. "It was g-"
He fell silent and fell forward onto the ground. Luna stared at her dead husband silently.