Miles' birthday was yesterday. Susan just can't seem to let me do things for him. He wanted an icecream cake and she said she'd get him a "real" cake. He wanted his part ON his birthday and she said "we'll have it on Sunday." He wanted porkchops and she said "I don't like porkchops." I tried to talk to her about the way she's been pissing me
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