I was leaving town. I was taking Bonnie with me and leaving. We were all packed and had left the house. We were out of here. My trusty old Mustang was loaded and full of gas. I stopped at church to find Westley and bid my friends one last goodbye. That was my mistake. It would have been better if we hadn’t stopped. Then I would have remained in ignorance. Then I could have left with a free conscious. Then I would still love my little fairy. Now I can’t leave. I don’t dare.
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