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Originally posted by sunnybunny
For those of you who are smart enough to figure out that taking the high road is never an option for me, passport is now back in my possession. I decided, on my way home from dinner, to run by his house while I knew he wouldn't be home, since he was attending the welcome back party I planned for him with 100 of his closest friends. Out went the passport and the clothes in my "drawer" and I left the house keys in the "drawer" so he'd see I left them behind when he finally bothers to open my drawer. I decided the chances of him pressing charges are slim, since all of his family is in town for the party and he can't really pull a dick move in front of the family and still play the "poor pitiful me" acting routine with his parents around and go for the jugular at the same time. Plus, Penkse told me to do it and Penske's pretty much god, right?
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Oh god. I am morbidly curious.
He leaves to climb Everest. You love him. You plan welcome back party for him and 100 of his friends. He returns. You don't love him anymore.
What happened?
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