I'm really tired of my mother's bullshit. She knows I'm not fucking comfortable with that sorry motherfucker being here, so of course He is. He came over for dinner- what ever, but now he's over here again. What am I supposed to think. Does she honestly think just because I sat in a little room in a little chair and was interogated by some crazy
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