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[mrs_maglor]

*decides yet again that the need to shop is upon her*

*gathers forth her handbag and credit cards and saunters into town*

*is somewhat amazed by the multitude of new people*

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[wife_of_feanor]

*is also shopping*

*sees the both of you*

*beams*

Yoooo hooo!

[maglor_harper]

>.<

I give up. I JUST FUCKING GIVE. UP. Why is it you people seem to have some mental block that prevents you from seeing what a total and utter bitch queen from hell she is!?

*stomps off in tears again*

*SO doesn't take the pants*

[wife_of_feanor]

Wha.. Mag.. Dearie..

*just stands there holding the panties*

*lip wobbles*

But I had them custom made...

[maglor_harper]

I DON'T WANT PANTS THAT GIVE SUPPORT! I'D RATHER HAVE A DIFFERENT KIND OF "SUPPORT", IF YOU FOLLOW ME.

[mrs_maglor]

*scowls at Maglor running off CRYING to his MOMMY*

[wife_of_feanor]

*raises an eyebrow*

*mouthes* What happened?

[mrs_maglor]

*eyeroll*

HORMONES.

[wife_of_feanor]

*looks at you*

Just hormones?

[mrs_maglor]

Other than the usual meldodrama?

[wife_of_feanor]

*growls*

Nobody talks about my baby like that

*ignores*

[maglor_harper]

*Didn't run off, she came to me, bitch*