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Dear Lord, Thank You.
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She'd even open a door while I was picking something up from the floor so that I'd stand up and get stabbed in the top of my head and bleed all through dinner. In retrospect, it was a rather genius strategy on her part. Why she hated me so, I'll never know, but the charming things that'd come out of my mouth in those sorts of situations may have had something to do with it. ![]()
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