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My first wife was a gorgeous long-haired brunette with whom I lived in an apartment in a large city. She cheated and I ended it. I was left financially fucked. The second wife had a short haircut and seemed more mature than the last. We married in Atlantic City after a brief cocktail at a bar that overlooked the neon landscape. We did well for a while but we began to have fights that ended with me throwing televisions through the walls of a hotel room. We divorced. I kept all my money this time. The next wife was a blonde Norwegian woman who seemed quite kind and settled down in her ways. We lived together in a wine country. We planned to develop our own vineyard. I was away at work a lot and she seemed to feel I didn’t care. She left me. She didn’t want any of my scant financial holdings. The fourth woman to be my wife was vague in her appearance, but young and eager to please. I taught her things. She seemed genuinely interested in being with me. I painted nude portraits of her and wrote poetry. We lived on a boat until she met a young man at a South African port and ran away to be with him. I sailed as far south as the boat could take me and shot myself in the head. My body never decayed and the boat floated into a cluster of icebergs. I was pulverized.

My first wife was a gorgeous long-haired brunette with whom I lived in an apartment in a large city. She cheated and I ended it. I was left financially fucked. The second wife had a short haircut and seemed more mature than the last. We married in Atlantic City after a brief cocktail at a bar that overlooked the neon landscape. We did well for a while but we began to have fights that ended with me throwing televisions through the walls of a hotel room. We divorced. I kept all my money this time. The next wife was a blonde Norwegian woman who seemed quite kind and settled down in her ways. We lived together in a wine country. We planned to develop our own vineyard. I was away at work a lot and she seemed to feel I didn’t care. She left me. She didn’t want any of my scant financial holdings. The fourth woman to be my wife was vague in her appearance, but young and eager to please. I taught her things. She seemed genuinely interested in being with me. I painted nude portraits of her and wrote poetry. We lived on a boat until she met a young man at a South African port and ran away to be with him. I sailed as far south as the boat could take me and shot myself in the head. My body never decayed and the boat floated into a cluster of icebergs. I was pulverized.