Today was a long day. I am still angry at Molly, that goddamn whore. I bought her a beautiful pink pearl necklace years ago to show my love for her. And that goddamn bitch broke it, purposefully even, this morning. If it was an accident, and she felt the slightest tinge of remorse, I would not be upset. I would be sad for her, even. But no. The slut was rubbing her neck up on the bathroom sink cupboard til all the shiny pearls flung in every which direction, as she gleefully ran from the room, chasing the pearls on the linoleum floor. The ungrateful little whore.
AFTER:
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