Twisted man in an unhappy marriage. I thought I could help him, change him. He thought he could manipulate me into manipulating him. He thought he could write me into his perverse drama.
Charming musician. Disheveled, a little scattered. He wants to attempt the "open relationship" dealy with his long time girl.
Then there is him vile lovely hateful stoic hedonist hero villain. Is he my poison or my honey?
Finally there's me. With the dreamy ideals and fucked-up reality. I believe that one's relationships is a projection of one's self. But if these three reflect me, then I am indeed in trouble.
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