Kenzie

So then I took them from him, and I was like, we have to get rid of the evidence. And so I left.

No, they weren't. They were ripped in half.

No, they weren't. They were ripped in half.

No, they weren't. They were ripped in half.

So I had to light them on fire. But then you walked out of your bedroom.

So I had to light them on fire. But then you walked out of your bedroom.

So I had to light them on fire. But then you walked out of your bedroom.

So I quickly put them out and put them under the drying mat. And then you walked out and you were, like, leaning on top of the drying mat. And I was like, oh, no. The evidence is right there. And then I was like, he's going to be able to smell it, obviously.

So I quickly put them out and put them under the drying mat. And then you walked out and you were, like, leaning on top of the drying mat. And I was like, oh, no. The evidence is right there. And then I was like, he's going to be able to smell it, obviously.

So I quickly put them out and put them under the drying mat. And then you walked out and you were, like, leaning on top of the drying mat. And I was like, oh, no. The evidence is right there. And then I was like, he's going to be able to smell it, obviously.

He looks so hurt.

He looks so hurt.

He looks so hurt.

Anyways, then you're sitting there telling him about the story, just laughing up a storm while you're leaning on the drying mat, which really is the death of your queen of hearts or whatever it is. And then you finish your story, and you fill up your little jug of water, and you go to bed. And then I was like, hurry, hurry, and light them on fire again.

Anyways, then you're sitting there telling him about the story, just laughing up a storm while you're leaning on the drying mat, which really is the death of your queen of hearts or whatever it is. And then you finish your story, and you fill up your little jug of water, and you go to bed. And then I was like, hurry, hurry, and light them on fire again.

Anyways, then you're sitting there telling him about the story, just laughing up a storm while you're leaning on the drying mat, which really is the death of your queen of hearts or whatever it is. And then you finish your story, and you fill up your little jug of water, and you go to bed. And then I was like, hurry, hurry, and light them on fire again.

And then it was taking too long, so I put them out, and we threw them in the trash.

And then it was taking too long, so I put them out, and we threw them in the trash.

And then it was taking too long, so I put them out, and we threw them in the trash.

And I did not destroy them. I just had to get rid of the evidence. Don't!