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Mom...sorta listened to me, last time. When I told her to get a gun.
She didn't, even though I told her I knew a guy. She insisted on doing it legally, and the gun regulations are strict as fuck. She did get a can of pepperspray, though, and she got a switchblade to keep in her purse. She says she's been practicing opening it quickly, just in case she has to use it, but... I dunno. Purse ain't exactly the easiest place to keep it, 'specially when it's a big-ass purse like she likes to carry. Hope she keeps it in her pocket instead.
She also said she got a dog. Well. It's a puppy, really. She said it's only six months old. But she got the dog from some guard-dog training camp, and that even though it ain't all the way trained yet, it's top in it's class so far. I told 'er if she was gonna do that, she shoulda bought an adult that was already trained all the way, but... Ugh. Her words: "But the puppies are so much cuter!" Stupid-ass reason. It's just gonna grow up anyway.
Anyhow. Sounds like that fucker is still on the loose. Mom's got a restraining order, but...I don't trust that fucker far as I could throw 'im. Really, seriously wish that fucker gets hit by a car. Maybe I shoulda made a wish after all...couldn't hurt, right?
Ah, fuck, I'm so annoyed.
Goin' out for a smoke or four. Lady, don't fuck with my shit while I'm gone.
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