Grandma, you’re wrong. I’m not happy that she’s here. I’m not thrilled either. I don’t want to be near her. She forces me to be independent, and then she controls everything else. She thinks that she’s always right, but she’s fucking wrong.
Grandma, you’re wrong. I’m not happy that she’s here. I’m not thrilled either. I don’t want to be near her. She forces me to be independent, and then she controls everything else. She thinks that she’s always right, but she’s fucking wrong.
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