Despize . . . ment?

I hated this thing.  This invisisble thing.  And I didn't trust it.  It'd just left, and ten seconds later supposedly come to some realization about her work, and how it was bad, and then came into the house?  How could I trust THAT?  Not to mention her company would be here in two days.

"Yeah . . . I'm back."   It replied.

I Despized the thing, (Despize . . . Ment?) and didn't think I would ever trust it, or want too.

I stepped between her and Ami. 

"Well . . . what do you want?"

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