For about six months, years ago, I shared a house with a truly awful woman. She had two daughters. I had no lock on my door, and they went through my room every day. They stole clothes they could never fit into, and jewelry. They ate my food, because their mother had an eating disorder, and the food she bought was boring. I could never convince them that it was wrong to help themselves to my things.
I shared a bathroom with them. One day, I heard this incoherent yowling coming from behind the bathroom door. One of "Donna's" girls came running out, in tears. Something seemed to be wrong with her mouth. On closer inspection, it became clear that she had attempted to brush her teeth with...
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Moral: If you can't keep your paws off things that don't belong to you, at least learn to read!