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Originally Posted by Kitsa
Strike one was when she told me that I shouldn't have wasted money burying my infant twins when they died last year, that I should have just had the hospital throw them away.
Strike two was when she saw my mom walking my dog and went over to ask if my mom knew how easy it was to kill a dog.
This was strike three, and even though I managed to hold my tongue because of the company I was in, I still have all these black bats of rage flapping before my eyes, you know?
She certainly does not have to worry about my bringing a kid to her house to trick or treat. She's the kind of person who would give out poisoned candy, if there is such a type.
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What an old whorish bitch.
Is this old hag a remarkable old creature that can sit on the end of a broom stick and take off? Can she actually achieve flight?