Bruised and BatteredMature

You can call me Jimmy Jenkins.  I'm a fly.  A real fly.  I used to be a real person, until one day, I made a wish I regret.  I regret what I wished for because I will never have the life I once lived, but sometimes I think this life is easier, but it makes me so sad at the same time....

I wished that I could be "that fly on the wall".  You know that one right?  You want to be able to know what goes on in someone else's home, and man, wouldn't it just be so nice to be that fly on the wall, learning and listening?  You believe if you were that fly on the wall, and you knew, you knew what was really going on with say, someone you really love, you could sleep at night.  But if you find out things that you could hardly fathom, do you think you could sleep at night?  I made the wish anyway.  Who would think it would come true, I mean how could it possibly come true? Well...let me tell you what happened...

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