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Every single one of these pompous fucks acts holier-than-thou like they get paid per unit of condescension.”
I shake the thought away. No way she ever did that. This is the type of family that shakes hands with each other instead of hugging. Baby Dmitry probably teethed on the butt of a pistol.
“You look gorg in the wedding photos too,” she’s saying now after a blissful, closed-eye swallow. “And Dmitry is a dreamboat! Though he looks tough, like he’s been in the military or like a sexy mob boss or something.” We both giggle at that. Oh my God, a mob boss husband, how hilarious and impossible!!! Kill me.
