My ex-boyfriend had been hit on the head by a falling object, and his intellect was equivalent to an eight-year-old child. For the sake of money, I complied with his request to shave his beard. He said that he wanted to be hugged and kissed for a good night like the other children on TV. I bore with his demands. Afraid of the dark night, he wanted to sleep with me on my bed. Once again, for the sake of money, I went with him. However, I couldn’t stand that he stole my leggings!
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