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she says, blushing slightly, almost as if she admitted something indecent. Mary Sue. Fitting name, for Little Miss Sunshine. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mary Sue Keller,” I say, and I actually say it without a trace of sarcasm, which I find more than unsettling. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sarah Killian.” We spend the rest of the drive back to my apartment in tired, but comfortable and not awkward, silence.

Especially her attitude towards the workers. Trying to set things up from a documentary I watched. I learnt that most people who have problems in their marriage. Usually vent out their anger to other people, especially at work, when they are in the position of bossing others. I wondered if that could be the case for Mrs Clinton. I was curious as I have always been, wondering if she was actually mean to us as a result of what she's facing at home or maybe, that's her actual behavior. I thought of informing Sandra but damn it . I said to myself as I ignored the thought to tell her.

"It's Carina now. But speaking of Marianna, where is she? I want to see her and talk to her and probably kill her all over again" I pull her down to sit beside me "How are you really?" I know this is a lot. But she's one of the strongest people I've ever known. "I don't know. Do you realize how insane everything is? I feel like I'm one of the characters in a soap opera" "It does look like that. But on the plus side, you're not a killer. Even though you never said it, I know deep down you felt guilty for killing Marianna. Now that she's alive, it means you're not a killer"

Darlene had earlier knocked the alcohol out of Tanya's head so Tanya, Darlene and Sue are helping to clean up after the party. In the kitchen while Sue is helping out with the dishes, Tanya and Darlene making dinner, they are also laughing and jesting in the kitchen, leaving the men to their own thing. Tanya clears her throat dramatically. "Don't say it." Darlene warns her. Sue looks puzzled. Darlene turns to her. "Whenever she's about to say something stupid or idiotic, that's when she clears her throat like that. She was probably about to ask you some embarrassing question."

You can just call me Sarah the Heterogametic Slayer. “Girlfriend, you’re making me dizzy with all that pacing,” Mary Sue snaps in an uncharacteristic display of irritation—normally it’s my job to be the bitter one in our relationship. Realizing that if I managed to get on Mary Sue’s nerves, I must be in bad shape, I stop pacing and sit on the edge of the bed, my fingers twitching and my feet tapping with continued anticipation. “Sorry,” I respond to her, “I’m just revved up. I haven’t killed anyone since . . . well, you know . . . Duluth . . . ”

It's a serious thing, like a responsibility that needs to be taken seriously. Mary Sue deserves a better relationship. It's better for her to have multiple failed relationships than having me and end up hurt, either physically or emotionally. Being with me could be the death of her. I can't let that happen.

She crossed her legs and picked up the cup of tea elegantly for a sip. Then, he looked at Hart and coldly asked, “Hart Lyfe, do you know what mistakes you have made?” Hart’s expression turned bitter. Mary Sue talked to him as if he was a servant, which was irritating. At Hart’s silence, Syed shouted angrily, “Hart! Ms. Roberts is asking you a question! She represents Madam Hacks! Are you trying to put your family and your daughter at risk?” Hart went through a quick internal struggle and ultimately gave in. He nodded.

El frown as she calls out to him for saying that. “What? Was I wrong? Christine probably just playfully tease his wife. The whole rape thing is probably something he added up because truth to be told, it sounds absurd and something that came out from a soap opera.” “I’m surprised you watched soap opera dear?” Martha says as she dines in her own food while others were still staring at each other with great suspicions in their eye “I don’t know about you but that has become a routine seeing I’m not going to my office anymore nor I’m travelling to do my job.”

"Let go of me, you fucking slut!" Maureen continued as she attempted to remove my grip. I know she was not the kind of woman who wanted to get beaten up by someone like me. She would rather use everything in her power to get rid of everyone who dared bark at her or cross her path. Just like what she did to me and Dylan. Maureen was definitely the perfect female version of the devil; arrogant, bigoted, close-minded, greedy, hypocritical, and all the negative traits in the world.

“Yuna! You’re amazing! This is the perfect chance to shove it in their faces, right? I’m quitting right now!” An hour later, Mary was sitting in my office, proudly recounting all her “accomplishments.” "I, Mary Moore, who was once stuck in a job I couldn’t care less about, but still holding onto some weird sense of loyalty, slammed my company ID right into Mandy’s face, shot her a ‘I’m done with this’, and stormed out. Let me tell you, it was so smooth. “Oh, and just before I left, I even managed to sabotage her ‘money tree’."