‘You know, Ray, I hated your mother. I thought she was pure evil. There, I finally said it!’ exhaled Rita. ‘Surprised, huh? Or maybe not?’ Rita continued as her husband listened. ‘I am sure you aren’t surprised that I hated her. You must be surprised though that I’m telling it to you! Aren’t you?’ ‘You know, Ray, I bought a red coat today. A bright red. The color you said made me ‘look like a whore.’ It used to be […]
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