prayer special: britney 2007 but this bitch could never

                                    

                                          

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❛ ▬▬ prayer special: britney 2007 but this bitch could never . . . ❜

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
In Prayer's life, there was more chaos than necessary for a simple black cat who had the luck of falling into the loving hands of a witch. Prayer never complained about his mother; he loved her unconditionally and followed her faithfully everywhere—damn the dogs, cats could be faithful companions too—; Prayer was fascinated by his mom's life. Since he was a couple of months old, a smelly man had left him on a soft, pink bed with a furry fabric that looked like his biological mother's fur and he loved to suck on it, as if he were nursing. In that room, his mom Lilith spent her time looking at herself in the mirror and asking if her outfit of the day was original enough or if it was a cheap copy of something worn by a model starving for Vogue magazine. The audacity of that bitch! If she was cover material and just as skinny, anything would look good on her; it was no wonder the fashion industry promoted women with those bodies... they put trash bags on them and they still looked good. Anyway, his mom rocked.
The first months with her were a delight. He learned all the gossip about her boyfriends; she had many lovers. The first was a hunter as handsome as a Ken doll. With green eyes—not as pretty as his own—freckles decorating that edible nose and big arms that caught his mother's attention and made him disappear. If Dean was at home, he couldn't sleep in his comfy bed, under the blankets, and in the arms of his protector. That bastard entertained her with Hollywood heartthrob smiles and board games. He couldn't believe that his mom fell for such basic flirtations. No flowers, no amore mio, no chocolates, not even an attempt, and there she was, drooling like a dog. The only romantic thing he saw from that man were music nights, where they would gather in Lilith's room with alcohol and shared headphones.
"What's the most romantic song ever made for you?" Lilith asked; God bless, couldn't be more direct, my life. Prayer settled into her lap and began to purr when she gave him head scratches.
"Easy," he replied with a quick sip of his whiskey—"I Want to Know What Love Is," Foreigner.
Prayer would have loved to interrupt, because "Love Story," Taylor Swift was the love song of the moment and future generations.
"I see why, but I have another one: 'Never Tear Us Apart.'" As soon as he said it, the man let out a groan. "So, why do you look like you've smelled something bad?"
"No, no. Don't misinterpret me. For being INXS, a boy band that influenced Sammy's haircut, 'Never Tear Us Apart' is a really good song. I like it, but you said romantic song, which can't have that bittersweet melody."
"And then what is 'I Want to Know What Love Is,' but with a rhythm of someone searching for that love? He's not in love yet; it's like... a climax and in the chorus is when he realizes he wants this person."
"That's it, mama! Destroy it!"
"And it's more romantic than 'Never Tear Us Apart.'"
"Yes, both are beautiful, but the lyrics of 'Never Tear Us Apart' is—ah! It's like Romeo and Juliet and the violins, the pause, the guitar, and the saxophone. Every time I hear it, I want to cry. It really makes me jealous of those who can feel that kind of love. Or am I just too drunk?"