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*Sighting her image in truth's mirror with anger she squealed. Scratched her woolly hair and ripped off her brown veil. Broke everything in her way and shamelessly walked bare. But I had immense respect for women, I give heed, I do care. I went to market and brought a bread while continued the unrest. I gave her the bread so that along with it her anger she could digest.*
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
Mad with anger
*Sighting her image in truth's mirror with anger she squealed. Scratched her woolly hair and ripped off her brown veil. Broke everything in her way and shamelessly walked bare. But I had immense respect for women, I give heed, I do care. I went to market and brought a bread while continued the unrest. I gave her the bread so that along with it her anger she could digest.*
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
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