She had a laugh that drove nails into the skull.
Honestly, if I never heard her fucking shrill, dull voice again, I'd be perfectly content.
Have you ever met a person so vile and disgusting in manner, you've literally felt your skin try and hop off the bone before you can shake their hand?
If it's not the voice, it's the demeaning innocence she attempts to project to strangers.
You're a sloppy, no-nonsense trend hopping vagabond, looking for approval from those who don't know any better.
You can't manipulate a master manipulator.
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