“You don’t love me,” she... «The Pale-Faced Lie»
cat_on_the_shelf22 января 2022“You don’t love me,” she cried, curled up on the ground. “I hate it here. I hate these compounds. I hate the mean neighbors. I’m taking the kids and leaving!”
Lonnie and I laughed. Mom needed help with everything. She couldn’t take care of herself, much less us.
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