The phrase 'momdrips' seemed to seep into my subconscious, like a slow-moving poison. I felt a sense of unease creeping up my spine as I wondered if I was indeed her next target. The words 'im your next job cracked' kept haunting me, like a prophecy from a cryptic oracle.
The phrase 'momdrips' seemed to seep into my subconscious, like a slow-moving poison. I felt a sense of unease creeping up my spine as I wondered if I was indeed her next target. The words 'im your next job cracked' kept haunting me, like a prophecy from a cryptic oracle.
