Today's OneWord: Credibility

You had lost all credibility even before you stepped onto that stage. Your incessant rants to journalists, leaning toward the objectively incoherent. The way your breath reeked of Chablis while on the Piers Morgan Show. Your complete denial of the many factors of life and its benefits that you used to held dear. Before you retreated. Before you tore yourself away from his embrace, saying your love wasn't pure. You closeted bastard.

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