Yes, Mr. Iero.

"Im going to go get a few things, I'll be right back." He smiled and went into the house. I put on the robe I had left out here earlier and shivered a bit, it was still very cold outside. I began to sing to myself quietly, to distract myself from the tempurature, "Are you, are you, Coming to the tree? They strung up a man, They say he murdered three. Strange things did happen here, No stranger would it be. It we met at midnight, In the hanging tree." After Frank hadnt returned for a while I began to wonder what happened, I went downstairs carefully. I looked through the upstairs and the moment I entered our room my heart stopped. Nothing could have prepared for the sight before me. A naked woman on top of Frank. My Frank. Tears poured from my eyes as I grabbed my duffle bag and ran down stairs, "Gerard! Wait!" Frank called after me, but I was already down the stairs and in the elevator. I had nowhere to go, but that didnt stop me, I pulled on some clothes as I waited. I was in the such a fool, thinking someone as beautiful ad Frank would settle for me. I am a whore. I am a whore. This happens all the time. I am not hurt. I will not cry. I do not love him. I was so confused, what was happening to me, why did this hurt so much. This had happened so oftennI should be immune! Am I broken? Well, kinda. I went to the only place that I could think of, the only place that would take me back, the only place where I had arms to run into. Exotic Playhouse.

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