Well, I just had a screaming at the top of my lungs, and slamming the bathroom door breakdown. Then the cops showed up. Apparently, one of the neighbors called them. They looked around the house. I felt like I was being invaded. Everything okay, they left. Like I said a few days ago, can't a girl have a breakdown when she needs one? I guess not. Gees, I wonder if the cops would be here when I really need them.
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