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i called my friend about fifteen minutes ago, who is supposed to be picking me up to take to the mall
me: where are you?
her: WHAT STORE ARE YOU COMING IN AT?
me: where are you? i can't hear you
her: WHAT STORE ARE YOU IN?
me: i'm at my house.
her: WHAT YOU SAID YOUR MOM WAS TAKING YOU
me: i effing told you to pick me up
her: NO YOU DIDN'T
me: yes i did, my mom said she'd take me, but YOU SAID YOU'D PICK ME UP. i told you to PICK ME UP.
her: UGH UGH WE'RE AT THE MALL FINE I THINK WE CAN TURN AROUND. UGH.
god i hate her.
i needed to vent.
sorry. continue the plans.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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