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Words may never hurt me (or so it would seem) putting on that phoney smile- I often wear during this time of year.  Careful of those nasty, hurtful intentions you're throwing out across the table. Karma always seems to catch up to those who dish the dirt,when you least expect it. Hopefully it will teach you the value of integrity, kindness and couth, that is- if you're willing to taste a bit of your own truth serum.
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
The Bully Across The Thanksgiving Day Table
Words may never hurt me (or so it would seem) putting on that phoney smile- I often wear during this time of year.  Careful of those nasty, hurtful intentions you're throwing out across the table. Karma always seems to catch up to those who dish the dirt,when you least expect it. Hopefully it will teach you the value of integrity, kindness and couth, that is- if you're willing to taste a bit of your own truth serum.
JosephineLily
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
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