'I have to go'
'Why's that?'
'The police are here.'
I know, i spoke to them before I went through the joyous moments of speaking to an arrogant little @#*$ like you.'
That was a good time to hang up. It wasn't the time to be defending myself against threatening verbal abuse. Half an hour previous to this conversation I received a tear fuelled phone call. Trapped in a room, 200 miles away, my sister sat crying with fear in the house she shared with her boyfriend (once or twice fiancee). Apparently bruised I had no choice but to worry, dispite the fact that I would expect a couple of blows if i strolled in after sleeping with another dreg. I had no choice but to sit through this one; she may be acting like a slag, but she may as well be safe. After all, it's just vote in favour of hereditary dismisal.
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