by KMP
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I met a guy at the university. So beautiful, tall and smart. He lived in a shelter, and my parents rented my apartment. And it happened that he offered me to meet. I have agreed. After four years of our relationship, I loved him even more. But sometimes I was oppressed by his pride, he never allowed me to pay and refused to move to me. When he offered me, I was crazyly happy. But my parents interfered and forbade me from marrying him, because he is not from Moscow and will not be able to support his family. On my own initiative we broke up. In the next two years, I had other guys, but all of them seemed miserable to me compared to him. And last week my friend said she was getting married to him and invited him to a wedding at an English castle with a flight on a private plane that belongs to his father. His father was the owner of a large oil company, and my favourite now runs the bank. Kill me, stupid, and my parents at the same time! The KMP!! to
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The Darwin Prize!! to