She glares at you from her miniscule height as you laugh at her misfortune. After fifteen minutes straight of cackling like a maniac, your side hurts, your head throbs and if looks could kill, Meissa would have put you in the ground a hundred times over. As you stip laughing, she speaks. Are you done getting a giggle from my misfortune, or is that just not happening?
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12/09/2024