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Welcome to my world. Megan, 14. Which may possibly be her final age.
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This morning.
Me: Did you feed the cat and give it it’s medicine?
Her: No.
15 minutes later.
Me: Have you fed the cat yet, we need to get going soon.
Her: I’m doing my hair!
10 Minutes Later
Me: Megan! Have-You-Fed-The-Cat??
Her: No! I’m getting a snack!
5 Minutes later
Me: Megan! Feed the damn cat! We have to go!
Her: Thump, slam! “Whatever!”
Me: If you don’t feed that g@# D!%& M%^&! F^*(ng Cat I’m going to hurt you!
Her: Whatever!
Me: CRASH! (as I clean off her dresser with a swipe of my arm). You wanted that <bleep><bleep> peice of <bleep> cat! You can <bleeping> take care of the worthless little <bleep>. <bleep><bleeping><bleep>! I’m done watching it <bleep> and <bleep> all over my house! Either take care of it or it goes to the <bleeping> pound! Walk to school you ungrateful little <bleep>!!!
So, how did your day start?
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