Rose Thief

A 'prince' and a 'princess' make Western 'expression' for marriage-and-dodecahedrons, yielding a mystery-image for what's 'bound' field goals.

A world romance tale worthy of a modern society (Western) 'view' for darkness, inspired (very-loosely) by War of the Roses (Michael Douglas). 

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Amlan Satan met the love of his life in the UK after moving-away from New England and decided his newfound life with Charlotte was the idealized image for hospitality-intuitions for Western worldly Romanticism-writing before things came incompletely undone, when he made for discovery that Charlotte liked poking at his mental depression and making move of unfaithful (adultery) characterizations. Was she poking fun at the Selfie-culture fan and romance-writer, or was she really turning him into one of the characters from his more paranoia-themed marriage-tales for Facebook-faces?

Charlotte, like Amlan Satan, was a happy-Catholic and happened to be in the special Western circles of ice-hockey (sports!) calendar-girl fashion 'faces' for bureaucracy/marketing arts and had dated someone linked to Stanley Cup flowers before her hubby (Satan) found her journal-pages with doodles and hearts and claims of adulterous 'sin' and interest, paralleling joke-words about how Amlan reminded her of one of the characters from his more paranoia-themed marriage-tales of incomplete-distances readings of Selfie-culture (Catholic?) dodecahedrons (for the Ego!).

CHARLOTTE: I'd become weary of our Homeland/Eastern townhome, writer's desks.

SATAN: What the Hell are you talking about now, Charlotte my lady?

CHARLOTTE: You take me lightly, but my sarcasm is Realism, Mr. Satan my love.

SATAN: Me thinks this adultery-deed post-love of ours (college) is anti-suburbia!

CHARLOTTE: You doubt I've found friendship-circle(s) for support in sports.

SATAN: No, I'm sure you know ice-hockey 'gents' who'd love our town-house for IQ.

CHARLOTTE: Just because you became a writer (not a do-er), doesn't make gods.

SATAN: Damn it, Charlotte...our house is something I'd make memoir for demons.

CHARLOTTE: Damn.

DETECTIVE: This writer shot himself with a fancy gold-gun (silent) gift.

INTERVIEW: He'd become a cyber-cult fave writer of (Western) Romanticism.

DETECTIVE: There'd been 'street-gossip' concerning his wife's bad-language(s).

INTERVIEW: What if Charlotte bloody-murdered him...for his inheritance-dough?

DETECTIVE: Anything goes in the Earth-realm of demons...even in the UK, pal.

INTERVIEW: Sounds-dialysis; there's always a 'leviathan' for sports-image (wow).

Although our sad-story has a bad-ending, perchance we might think (in-secret) that Amlan Satan found some secret revelations concerning his unhappy wife's home-behavior(s) and discovered her (actual) 'evil' agenda and winked before she shot him, knowing (somehow?) that she'd turn the bound 'deed' into an inheritance/insurance dole as a widow, in a UK-Xmas season of (incomplete) bureaucracy-optimism.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)