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redrawn by michael p.
my mother is such a child. ever since she scammed her way into being eligible for foster care and told me that she picked out a foster child, i asked her over and over again, "when is he moving in?" so that i can, you know, MOVE OUT. she just kept reassuring me, "sometime in june, if that, i don't even know." last night i asked her some question about how it's going to be a pain in the ass for her to drive him to summer school when his institution is 45 minutes away and she's like, "don't be ridiculous, elizabeth, he's moving in on june 8th." EXCUSE ME SINCE WHEN PLEASE.
that bitch is setting herself up. that kid is going to peace out once he has everything set and paid for, and her entire family hates her. i'm the one who is legally responsible for her when she is old and rotting, and you better believe she's going to be living in a gutter somewhere.
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