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I'm feeling sick and pitiful...it's a mixture of stress, self-pity, self-disgust, the weather, and last week's average bed time being 1:30am. I must admit that my body is feeling somewhat better, though I could not have said that 20 minutes ago. Anyway, because I feel like a child, I thought I might act like one too and demand presents from my
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“It’s too frakking hot.”
“Oh for the love of the gods.”
“What? You telling me it’s not too frakking hot?”
“No, but listening to you whine about it repeatedly is almost as bad as experiencing it.”
“Look it ain’t whining if it’s true.”
“That’s asinine. Do you even know what whining means? Or for that matter asinine?”
“Maybe not, smarty pants, but I do know what ass means, and I know just what I’m going to shove up yours.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“Girls, please! I can’t take this anymore. If you don’t want to help me paint this banner, then you can both just go home.”
“She started it.”
“I most certainly did not.”
“Stop it this instant both of you. You’re worse than my students. Do I have to threaten detention?”
“No, ma’am.”
“No, ma’am.”
“Okay better … because it’s too frakking hot …”
“See!”
“… for whining.”
No, you see!
The three women all regarded each other seriously for a brief moment, and then burst into hysterics.
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