I just spent 20 minutes talking to my drunk neigbour about her daughter (that used to be my friend, but then she started hitting me all the time - that girl has real issues) that she says she hates so much. *I understand. But did you have to come in with the wet and jumpy dog on his dirty leash while you were wearing two tons of perfume?* I wish I could have told her that. She almost fell down the stairs. I swear, I'm not answering the door next time she knocks, and if she comes in anyway, she'll taste my fist. I am tired of her ruining perfectly calm moments like the one I was living before she came! Ugh!
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