The House of Roosevelt

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(24 26 27 1); color: rgba(222 219 215 1) data-darkreader-inline-bgcolor= data-darkreader-inline-color=>Never did I imagine I'd find myself bleeding out on the dining room table of a guy I'd only been on one date with. Perhaps more amorous tabletop activities would be underway if I were with one of the other guys I'd secretly been dating? Yet here I was with him and my best friend August performing field surgery along my spine.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(24 26 27 1); color: rgba(222 219 215 1) data-darkreader-inline-bgcolor= data-darkreader-inline-color=>Who would have thought his brothers weren't creatures of dreams but of nightmares hell-bent on ending me because they believe I'm some mysterious ancient being lost to the annals of time? If anyone had warned me about this months ago I would have dismissed them outright. But now my life feels like a futile attempt to escape a spider's web while blindfolded.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(24 26 27 1); color: rgba(222 219 215 1) data-darkreader-inline-bgcolor= data-darkreader-inline-color=>What I didn't know was that almost being exsanguinated was the least of my problems because everything was about to go from bad to horrifically worse.</span></p><p></p>