I volunteer at a soup kitchen filled with queen bees and back stabbers. They don't seem to have any feelings, and they're very lazy listeners. I especially can't stand the youngest one who goes there with her mother, who's 19 years old and has an attitude problem. I do enjoy the work, though. I enjoy the food prep, and the dish washing. I also like the food that we serve to the poor and homeless. I guess that most mainstream people don't just grow up, after graduating from high school. I've found out that they keep the same vicious attitude, their whole entire lives. I would never listen half heartedly to a person who speaks with an accent different from my own, or the North American one that I hear, everywhere. I know what it feels like, when even grown women do that to me.
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The Family Enigma