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Depressed by the facts of him who he had
chosen.
Loud mouthed and foolish, he'd often make mistakes
using what was stored never replenishing it. She bought
twenty cans of canned sausage (number #10 cans).
She would be the devout wife but she needed to
handle the situation with the delicate detail of a 
looser type woman. She bought three packs of tennis balls
and the night that he would work late she would hide
in the bushes and toss the balls at him while his friend watched.
When he worked late he'd often bring the guy next door home
with him allowing his wife to go to work instead of
him coming off the clock to bring the car to her. While in the
bushes she saw ( first the principle rule of love is allowing yourself
to be loved: it's key to the healing parts of being bruised). While in the
bushes the car pulled up
and low and behold the two fools drove up with two boxes talking about putting it the boxes in the garage so the wives wouldn't find out about
what they would be be doing.Pissed off she frowned. Theories based on
these truths only allowed her to become
angry. "Con Furore" might I find peace: she roared as her wondering made less able to be still. Losing her footing she cursed and rattled the bushes. Causing a noise that made both men to be aware of her. "Honey" what you doing in the (G2dd#mn3d Bushes! She stumble towards his cursing I was gonna learn ya in front of your freinds to embarr you. Since we surposse to set an example in our budgeting. See but you done gone
and bought and spent and eatin with out replacing. I was gonna learn you Mister !"

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