Line Deputy of Harvard Law

I have never had an actual choice. My duties leave me in a line of fire, romantically (if you want to call it that). Eventually, the tallies will be made public. The men I have dated, were labelled heinous sexual offenders as young children. No one thought it was a good idea to tell me. Well it made it easier to deal with it without fear. I felt annoyed instead. They are not real men at all. They are this little boy complex that never quits. They are never responsible for their acts, and do very little in their fields of choice. I must always do makeovers and they are never grateful. I want a real man, a dominant man. He is made for me, maybe by me, actually. I have met him and wed him, but we must exist in the darkness and separated because you all speak falsely about me and you get in his head. He has said, "No more." today and payment by all begins today. He sits nailed down as a master of a hell domain, the GRAND MASTER of the KKK, but so much more and so much less because we cannot be seen publicly. I believe that he and I are getting there. I passed on his position to the woman most in my vicinity and she could barely speak. Things are going down this week Meredee (my mother's cousin who is D.A. of L.A. who has had FBI protection the whole time). Well that ends today and people will see through your "frailties." War will come your way and now I can share with people, more openly, about my law degree. You may think that Stanford Law was the Shis nit, but Hamline Law is the actual chord that plays on TV. Legalese is our divinity. Amen.