I was riding the bus the other morning, and a rather large woman was talking on her cellphone. She was handling multiple calls, continually putting one friend on hold as another one called. The conversations were mostly gossip, bad mouthing mutual friends, really inane stuff that simply repeated itself. She was just talking to talk. Her
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No, there is no seat saved for you in Hell, there's a seat for her. Your seat in Hell was a just a short visit, while you sat next to her on the bus.
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weird.
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