This beeotch cuts over four freakin' lanes on the highway to just barely make the exit right in front of me, I slam on my brakes, and then she won't
even give me the privilege of looking at me while I gesture in anger. Oh, I know, my life is meaningless as long as you make it to Macy's for their
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