Oh, Darling, now I understand your love for nature's beauty and loneliness.
Sparkling dew drops on the grass, the song of birds, rustling trees.
I was a fool to miss out on that, all the many weekends, when you took your hiking boots and knapsack to enjoy the outdoors, while I stayed in the city to tour the pubs with the boys.
But this time I followed you. And I really appreciated your affinity for these deserted landscapes, when you and your lover finally fell asleep and I, without fear of being seen, entered your tent to cut your throats.
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