She said "I'll see you tomorrow," twenty-two minutes ago. She left a piece of her tension behind. I hope she doesn't come back for it. Maybe she'll loose it on her way home. She's late for an appointment. Maybe a pre-op visit for the surgery. That's been long overdue. Now it's twenty-three minutes. She's keeping her Dr. waiting. Had to have a few last words to make sure she has ruined the day of the others. Hmm. Her husband is leaving too. I doubt it's a medical appointment. Marriage counseling? She is rather selfish. And quite self-righteous too. She can remodel her entire house, but it doesn't change the fact that her athletic step-daughter is a big dyke, with a big dog; and the pretty one doesn't want to talk to her. I don't blame her. I wouldn't either. And try to avoid speaking with her in anyway possible. I have a no tolerance policy for arrogant, spoiled brats. I'm sure she's had a hard life. Yeah right. And I'm Mother Teresa. On Tuesdays. If I was her husband, I'd have left a long time ago. I'd be livin in a log cabin right outside of Nowhere, Kentucky. With my dyke daughter, and her dog.
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