There was a little girl who had a weird arse cowlick thing right in the middle of her forehead, and when she was good she was quiet and submissive but when she was premenstral she was fekking psycho.
In other words, sorry about yesterday. You, um, might have noticed that I was in a bit of a mood [sheepish look]. Better get another script of those hormone pills. They make me ill and not writey but at least the furniture would be safe.
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