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Here's the thing: People that I let into my life expect blind trust. They expect that their kindness and support will instantly equal me tearing down the walls that I have spent so long building. "One day, you'll trust me." They truly believe that, but they are ignorant. THey don't know every single tear I've shed over the betrayal of not just friends, but blood relatives. They don't know that every single twisting , darkened line on my body is the product of a lie or a manipulation. I will not trust you. I have no reason to trust you. Snakes present themselves in many ways. The most seemingly harmless almost always are the most dangerous.

Attire

His most favorite outfit and occasion combination are overalls and car purchases. He walks in with a chew in his mouth. We'll wander the lot, perusing the rows of gleaming imports. The salesmen ignore us, mostly. We'll find what we want and he'll summon a salesman. The salesmen always look at us like we must think this is a buy here/pay here lot...Then he speaks. They definitely take notice then. He wears overalls to wherever the hell he wants. Why? Because he's an effing boss.