In Phileas Fogg’s latest adventure, I decided to travel to
South America to visit the mysterious ruins and temples of Machu Picchu in
search of a new delectable snack to compliment the enormous amount alcohol I drank. Now before I continue, I have to admit I may or may not have become a raging alcoholic. You see, my journey begun back in the United States of America in early
2013 when I met a young women by the name of Melissa Suzanne. Little did I know I was going to fall head over
heels in love for her. We spent every waking moment together. Spending countless hours alone, secluded from the world. On the rare occasion, you caught them
not in a deep embrace or gazing endlessly into each others eyes, you can be
sure they were to be side by side, holding hands or arms locked. Nothing else
in the world mattered; in fact, they were each other’s world. If they were to
be separated even for just a day. They would grow anxious and agitated, but
just how everything else in the world begins to fade, so did their love. She would then lose interest in Phileas and
return to her ex boyfriend, driving him to unfathomable depths and turning him
into an alcoholic.
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