xxxvii.
i trotted over to her with fury,
grabbing the journal out of her hand.
the old lady threatingly holds the scissors towards me,
as i fretfully walked backward.
she says to me:
"see what you made me do?
if you would've just stayed away,
none of this would be happening."
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