Maria isn’t here, and her bed is made. Since she is always home when it’s this…

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A half hour ago, Maria came into the room to start getting ready. Of course, I…

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Grand. Someone just called for Lametria Scott. “She doesn’t live here anymore.” Which is true. So…

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It’s funny how, whenever I say something to Maria along the lines of, “You shouldn’t skip…

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She said she was going to bed twelve minutes ago. She talked for ten. She’s finally…

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So she eats a donut without asking. I ask her to not—I wish she’d shut up…

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I’m only up right now because Maria doesn’t know how to quietly open and close doors.

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Well, Maria’s back here. She went straight home from school because she wanted money, or so…

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Just thought I should mention that Maria and I were late for class yesterday because she…

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I often wonder how much, if at all, Maria thinks before she speaks; or does she…

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I don’t want to deal with either one of them, but only one of them respects…

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My current answering machine message: “How are you gentlemen – All your message are belong to…

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I just took the batteries out of the cordless phone because Maria keeps using my phone.…

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She’s got a fucking bathroom of her own, why the fuck does she keep using mine?…

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“You know coffee stains teeth, right?” – Lametria, said in a manner in which she was…

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