Yak, yak, yak, yak.
What's really bad is it was stuff she's already told me about at least three times since I've been here.
I was in hell. I kept trying to eek my way towards the door but mom kept hold of the grocery cart. *snerk*
Ya know...I thought it was bad having to endure that as a kid, its worse when you're adult having to listen to it because the other person (who I don't even KNOW) actually expects input from me for some reason. I honestly don't care people!
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