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It’s hard to imagine being such a mooching loser that absolutely no one will help you any more. Like, you actually have to manipulate the soon to be ex husband into letting you crash there because you’re still that weird kids mother, because the free car he gave you broke down because you don’t maintain it because you don’t work and you have zero dollars. Still find a way to smoke and guzzle those stupid ciders on someone else’s dime though, huh? Everyone, and I do mean absolutely everyone is sick of you asking for handouts. Get a damn job. I mean you could at least work at some sleazy tavern somewhere, you already look, smell,and act the part. What a joke you are!
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