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She liked pigs. All they cared about was eating, rolling around in the mud, doing whatever they pleased, and feeling like the boss of all bosses. And then they were killed and eaten by others.
Life was a shell game. The winners could just hide the truth better than everybody else.
They apparently spent every dollar of their budget on ads demonstrating how amazing their customer service was, and none on their actual customer service. All she got were recorded voices sending her from one voice mail to another until the system just spit her out.
Real life
“Amazing how a scum like that gets to walk around free while some poor sap cracks the skull of his friend in a drunken argument and gets twenty years in prison.” “This is America. Poor and stupid go to prison while money walks.
“No, and I’m not one to pry. I don’t like talking about my ex, either. Just makes me feel stupid all over again.”
And how
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
Hanging on a telephone wire
You taught me to punch the bully in the face, Dad. I can’t change who I am.”
My son to me …
The most dangerous enemy of all was the one who, consciously or not, didn’t care about dying.
TWO A.M. AND SLEEP WOULD not come for Gibson; she was exhausted, but her mind would not turn off. She figured she and about eighty million other stressed-out Americans were wandering around their houses right now trying to get their shit straight and then go back to bed, with limited success.
I’m one of ‘em
“Life is but a series of second chances.” “Do you really think so?” “It’s just a matter of whether the will is there.”
