ROSE AND ALMITA THINK I'M THEIR PERSONAL SLAVE. ROSE WOULDN'T GIVE ME HER MILK THAT SHE DIDN'T WANT BUT GAVE IT TO ART WHO ALWAYS GIVES ME HIS MILK. SHE GAVE IT TO GINNY CUTTING ME OUT.
ALMITA CALLS ME OVER FROM ACROSS THE ROOM TO TAKE THE EMPTY CARAFE INSTEAD OF WALKING HALFWAY TO A TABLE. SO LAZY. SHE NEEDS AN IRON LUNG TO DO HER BREATHING FOR HER. I THOUGHT MOM AND DAD WERE LAZY BUT ALMITA'S OLYMPIC MATERIAL. SHE'S A PIECE OF WORK ALRIGHT.
LET'S SEE HOW LONG THEY LAST.
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