I Swear It’s Not My Fault
but I’m lying. It’s all my fault. That’s what the Monster says. I am the Original Sinner. I made the traffic, stole your glasses, gave your baby cancer, ate your (really good) chicken and apple sandwich out of the work fridge. I caused that fight with your lover, made your kid rebellious and angry. I cracked your mirror and left dirty laundry all over. The Monster says it was me. I’m sorry.
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