Happiness is a Warm Gun Chpt. 1: PilotHappiness is a Warm GunChpt. 1: PilotLife. That cruel word that bites you in the ass every time you think too much about it. I have made that mistake far too many times to make myself believe that I'm only 18 years old. My name's Marlee..no I'm not a dog who died and this isn't the sad story of my life after. I'm an aggravated, boy-crazy, redhead who is pining for the day she gets her sanity back. I'm that kid with the terrible shitty back-story but later on in her life she regrets mistakes and goes on and lives happily. Except I don't live happily. It gets worse.I grew up in upstate New York with my rich dad and a loving nanny. My mother had died during childbirth unluckily I survived. And my father always blamed me for her untimely death. My parents were dead strict bible thumpers. They thought everything to do with flirting or dating was horrible so dad tried stopping me from boys, but they made me curious. My first boyfriend was when I was three years old. His name was Leonard,
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