Today my personal life clashed with my professional: I crossed paths with my childhood archnemesis--the girl who tormented me for years. Now, I'm not talking about the type of teasing typical of petty adolescent girls: I'm talking about the soul-breaking, spirit-crushing, still-causes-me-to-cry-when-I-think-about-it-even-though-it's-been-over-10-
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I work right across the street from a creepy Afro-Caribbean Botanica store (they sell stuff for Voodoo and Santeria practices). Would you like me to purchase one those little wax dolls in which you stick pins? :P ...It'll be fun! The only thing I've ever bought in a botanica before was an old, hoarse rooster.
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Ar least you are better than her. She's a patethic loser for having to torment others.
We could always hope she gets the same fate as Sirius ...
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