it's too hard to write about this Why?? Why MasterCard!?! Why must you rape me this waaay! Is 18.9% really necessary? That's what everything boils down to, isn't it? Money? Joe came and took the girls tonight. The gushy phone messages. Smiling. Slithering. I don't trust him. Both girls are looking at me and what can I do? They hate him. Their eyes are begging me to lie and get them out of it, but I can't. He has the legal right to see them no matter how bad it makes them feel. |
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