I often cried when I got angry; I hated that. Crying just made you look weak, no matter what triggered it.
I often cried when I got angry; I hated that. Crying just made you look weak, no matter what triggered it.
If it's easy to be friendly she will be. If the wind blows the other way her friendship will be gone. And I'm thinking the wind is blowing the other way. She has found some other way to be an important person in her own right by hating others.
Just because one of Arlene's husbands was a murderer is no reason for me to be ugly
This must be the legendary Yankee rudeness
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