texts: I thought cherry-vanilla was your favourite. </s> <s> Not any more... now I like chocolate. </s> <s> Did you have a good week Mama. Are they treating you all right?
labels: You know Martha never comes to see me. You watch it, she's going straight to hell... after all the things she said to me. Then she marries that son of a bitch of a Frenchman... has an abortion. I knew that one wouldn't work out. Not like you Marie. You got married to God.