Marice for all y'all's who know what it is-)
Mary: *groans*
Mary: I'll write a new angrier song!
Mary: The other day you (The you being Alice) used my brush, it was okay.... I didn't mind
Mary falling to her knees and grabbing her hair: UGH! I'm just not that angry young punk anymore! It's like I don't even remember what it's like to be hurt or sad!
