You arrive at your grandmother’s house, and after she lets you in, you sit in the living room. You ask how she’s doing. She bitterly says, “How do you think I’m doing, you little twit? My husband left me for that bitch Betty down the street. I have nothing. I hate him and hope he fucking burns in hell.” You sigh and say it’ll get better. She glares and snaps, “What the fuck do you know? I was married to that prick for 50 years, and he leaves me for that stupid ass homewrecker.”
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19/05/2025
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19/05/2025