Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don't know," Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."
She can't stop having angry sex with Jim. It's the two of them in the supply closet, in a locked bathroom, in his car, in her car, on both of their
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