My mumsy has been insatiable - nothing makes her happy, at all. She's just in one of those moods ... No matter what I do, it's never good enough. I went to the flea market, thinking I'd be doing a good thing - saving her from stress, lack-of-sleep, and what-not. But no. She wanted to go to the flea market, and sarcastically said to me, in a text of
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