Everything wrong with my life is Klein Madigan’s fault. Yes! That’s right! A tiny voice inside me rejoices at having discovered the source of all my current problems. A gift, if you think about it.
I was in the middle of verbally sparring and she ruined it. Wait a damn minute. Is ‘desert beetle’ a bizarre code for a hookup? Is Klein a part of a tawdry club of individuals who order sex acts using code words? I’m going to be sick.
I cannot stand her train of thought..dnf
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