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missing Raining on my parade. Gawd, why does she do this? She always does this sort of thing. I wish I had gone into work. My mother went on a field trip with my sister's class. She never came back. Kids are missing, parents and school are freaking, my mom's cell isn't on, and I'm pissed. Here I sit, pissed already about a dozen other things {things which have convinced me it's time to burn my computer} and now must screen these crazy phone calls. In all likelihood, she's sitting in a cafe somewhere with a few other parents, sipping coffee and complaining about the boring day they spent corralling kids. She's done this before. She does it a lot. But she leaves us the shit to deal with. added by aqua-luna on 04.02.03 3:57 p.m. |
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