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It was mostly because he'd fallen ass over tea kettle for me the first time he saw me. This had been the first time that I'd thrown out the "C" word since we'd been together. Then I realized that what had happened was actually meant to be. My husband, Tommy, and I were perfect for each other. I'd had a moment of weakness and had gone over to the dark side.

Even though I'm nowhere near as hot as I used to be, he's still under my spell. "I'll consider starting to think about it again," I said nastily. Unless, of course, I was talking about that woman who'd stolen my husband and then it was the other "C" word. I had to pay for that in the most severe way possible. But now, all of the things we needed were falling back into place.

I follow the gestures from a uni, that's slang for uniformed officers or patrol cops, and make my way to the scene. I want that asshole off the streets." Arnie nods at me and the pounding in my head goes up another notch. "Dammit Fogerty, they're all special, but this one has to do with a friend of the mayor's so it's a lot more God damned special and I am your fucking boss," he yells. They sang that song about their lips being sealed." "The fucking Go-Gos? "What does this have to do with the fucking Go-Gos? I couldn't believe I was being shifted to some other case that wasn't even a homicide, while the guy or guys who killed an old lady were allowed to stay free. Instead of us living with you, you'll be living with us." I walked over to the two men. "And really when you think about it, for the amount of money I'm paying you, you could get a hooker," I said.

I consider reaching into my pocket to pop yet another aspirin but my phone rings and saves me from doing it. Something other than pressure was rolling down hill and to me it smelled like bullshit. "The buyer I've lined up for the house is a real estate developer. She wants a quick sale and she's giving me until the weekend after next to get all of my stuff out of here. As soon as I get the check, I'll give you half of your money. The look of disappointment on his face made me wet between my legs.

I'll still be here though to see how you view this one.

This story is a moderate length one so it's a bit longer than the last two.

Enter a word (or two) above and you'll get back a bunch of portmanteaux created by jamming together words that are conceptually related to your inputs.

For example, enter "giraffe" and you'll get back words like "gazellephant" and "gorilldebeest".

I had, without thinking about it, been conned into cheating on Tommy.Currently, the Department of Justice is pressuring cities to cooperate with deportation efforts and is trying to cut federal police grants to cities who release criminals back into Americans’ neighborhoods.Port Manteaux churns out silly new words when you feed it an idea or two.As always if you don't like it, there will be something different next week. He says that I'd probably live longer if I did that.As always thanks to the incredible Mikothebaby for her editing and keeping me on the straight and narrow with this one. I think that I'd just be trading my normal eventual death for a slower more meaningless one.

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