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Owen’s 90 Day Fiancé: @Rutherford_b_Blaze Rapes India MEGATHREAD

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I was denied entry to France because I lacked a return ticket or money.
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Ok whatever I'll just tell it. It's been enough days now for it to become funny.
Benzos always make me hungry and when the food arrived I thought it tasted a little too good. Then I realized I was suddenly interested in talking to the old man next to me and it occured to me I may be in a bit of trouble.

Next thing I know I'm in an office in what looks to be McLeans Hospital in Massachusetts, a place I've been many times. Of course I wasn't in McLean's, I was in a French police station. I started yelling for Kafka (that's the name of my cat) and for my friend who is watching the cat. I then tried to push a computer off a desk and was firmly but gently subdued by some officers who explained to me calmly in English that I am in France and they were deciding whether to charge me with a crime. I requested the female officer leave the room because she was smirking at me and I think she did.

They then brought me to a mattress on a floor somewhere and let me sleep for a while. Soon it was time to rouse the corpse of Blaze for a "medical examination" where a doctor who barely spoke English asked me if I took anything. I told him Xanax. He asked if I wanted more Xanax and handed me some packaged Alazopram, I'm not sure the dosage, which I ate. Then I was led back to my bed for another nap.

After what seemed like a long time in another part of the police station I was informed I would be returning to the United States and two beautiful and polite female officers escorted me in a police van to the plane, where I was whisked past security and told my passport was with the pilot. I thanked the officers and was finally able to call my boss. I'm told my fiance was waiting for me for 5 hours with a bouquet of flowers. She has informed me that "her eyes have shattered from tears" I told my boss I took a pill and was detained and didn't really remember anything else, which is mostly true. He was relieved I was ok. I'm not exactly sure of the time frame but all this took place over a day or so. I have some documents in French explaining I was denied entry to France because I lacked a return ticket or money. That's not true but I guess I was not able to produce them. C'est la vie, my friends.
This is a long ass way to tell us you made the Indian bride story up.
 
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