Crocodile Pond Massacre by Special Forces Lady
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Summary
After giving up our VIP booth for the World Cup final to an elderly man, my husband’s close friend Sienna had to stand for the rest of the match.
The next morning, Garrett confronted me with bloodshot eyes. “Do you know Sienna stood for two straight hours? Her knees are so swollen she had to be hospitalized.”
I almost laughed. “The bar was full of stools. If her legs hurt, why didn’t she take one?”
Out of arguments, Garrett switched to talking about our anniversary trip. Once we were on the road, I realized we weren’t going to the scenic place we had planned.
