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I climbed a tree last month and got stuck. The fire department just got around to saving me this morning. Had no Wi-Fi up there, eh.
How do we know it wasn’t just some pre-planned ruse to entrap a tree surgeon with your womanly wiles? Grrrrrrr.
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I’m still bitter.
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Rub it in, is that your game nowadays? Grrrrrrr.
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Of all the men, in all the world, in all my life so far that I’ve had fake divorces from……………you’re one of them. -_-
You’re just jealous, and you want me back. Grrrrrrr.
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None of those others are toxic and poisonous to me. In fact, as one of my sandwichistas, you’re required to carry them. Read your contract again. Oh, wait. I forgot you’re locked up and your personal effects have been confiscated.
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Purse mayo is a threat to the good order, discipline, well-being, and tranquility of the community. I’m doing my civic duty by turning her in. Grrrrrrr.
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Wow, Jaimie cares? She really cares? She must want me back!
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It’s not jealousy, it’s bitterness. You don’t buy it? What if I said you’re right, it’s just jealousy, no bitterness? Nope? Well, ok, you saw through me; it is jealousy, but I’m bitter too. Ok, jealous and bitter, I admit it, what else do you want from me? You think it’s more bitterness than jealousy, I can tell. Believe me, the bitterness way outweighs the jealousy. Wait, no, it’s the other way around; 60% jealousy, 39% bitterness, 1% apathy. Why are you giving me that skeptical look? Fine, it’s bitter-fueled jealousy wrapped in abject apathy and dipped in burning jealousy. There, I’ve said it, I hope you’re happy. Grrrrrrr.
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