I hate her.
She's always there waiting for a moment with him.
Waiting for me to go to work or the grocery store or for a walk.
She never goes anywhere.
She's there.
Waiting.
For a moment with him.
Like a big black spider.
I might feel sorry for her.
But I don't.
She hates me too.
Wow. That's intense. I'm not sure I get it, but it doesn't really matter, I got the feelings loud and clear. Whew.
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