“But…but…ugh…” Why would she think her mother would listen to her? She never does, she’s so far in her own little world, she bets her mother doesn’t even hear her. Grumbling, the girl admitted “I honestly couldn’t care less, these are pretty cute pjs” she explained. Squeaking as she was pulled away from the table, she held onto her chair for support. “I…grrr…I’m not giving you a hard time, simply expressing my opinions. Perhaps you don’t know the difference” the girl shot back one more word before she stood up and began marching off to her room. She knows better than to beat a dead horse, but she is not one happy camper! This is definitely not how she wanted to start her day.
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You can't keep a good dog down, or in this case, a bad cat.
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