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You guys should check this article out. Shortie a whole freak.


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Brahs, yous guys gotta read the Elle story. It is sad and hilarious.


Ole girl threw her entire life away to cover, then support dude. However, she only falls fully in love with him while he is in jail. She traveled to PA from NYC to see him, they never smashed, but she was planning to spend the rest of her life with dude. She froze her eggs to have his kid when he got out.

Then, the last paragraphs hit...

When Shkreli found out about this article, though, he stopped communicating with her. He didn’t want her telling her story, she says. Smythe thinks it’s because he’s worried about fallout for her. While she waits to hear from him, she monitors Google Alerts for his name, posts in support groups for loved ones of inmates, and—because inmates must place outgoing calls and can’t accept incoming ones—hopes one day he will call or reply to one of her emails. “It’s completely out of her control,” Haak says; all she can do is “sit around and wait and hope.”

Smythe has only one photo of the two of them, propped next to her bed. Shkreli, his arm around Smythe, has a wide-open smile. “Doesn’t he look human there?” Smythe says, laughing. Cushenberry made a blanket for Smythe with the photo on it, with a caption that reads, “All my better days are the ones spent with you.” I tell Smythe I’ll need to ask Shkreli for comment. “Maybe this will be a reason for him to reach out to me,” she says. Later, when I relay Shkreli’s statement—“Mr. Shkreli wishes Ms. Smythe the best of luck in her future endeavors”—to Smythe via video chat, she says, “That’s sweet,” quietly, not convincingly.

I can’t gauge Shkreli’s motive, and ask Smythe what she thinks. “That’s him saying, You’re going to live your life and we’re just gonna not be together. That I’m going to maybe get my book and that our paths will”—she sighs—“will fork.” She tears up, and I think about what her journalism professor said, about everyone having an agenda. Watching Smythe, I finally realize her motive for telling her story. She wants Shkreli, and hopes putting their love on the record might at last give her some power in the relationship. “He bounces between this delight in having a future life together and this fatalism about how it will never work,” Smythe says. “It’s definitely in the latter category now.” Sitting in her basement apartment, her eyes wet, her voice quavering, she says she will continue to wait for him while he serves the remaining years of his sentence: “I’m gonna try,” she says. “I’ll be here.”

And he ghosts her in the end. :lol: :lol: :lol:

She is sitting in a basement apartment in Harlem right now, pining over that clown.

Bruh :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
 
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Brahs, yous guys gotta read the Elle story. It is sad and hilarious.


Ole girl threw her entire life away to cover then support dude. But she only falls fully in love with him while he is in jail. Travels to PA from NYC to see him, they never smashed, but she was planning to spend the rest of her life with dude. She froze her eggs to have his kid when he got out.

Then, the last paragraphs hit...



And he ghosts her in the end. :lol: :lol: :lol:

She is sitting in a basement apartment in Harlem right now, pining over that clown.

Bruh :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
She not right up top at all
 
Brahs, yous guys gotta read the Elle story. It is sad and hilarious.


Ole girl threw her entire life away to cover then support dude. But she only falls fully in love with him while he is in jail. Travels to PA from NYC to see him, they never smashed, but she was planning to spend the rest of her life with dude. She froze her eggs to have his kid when he got out.

Then, the last paragraphs hit...



And he ghosts her in the end. :lol: :lol: :lol:

She is sitting in a basement apartment in Harlem right now, pining over that clown.

Bruh :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:


Yikes.....
 
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