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police at the behest of the almighty 202 rental agent, and once again, the
extent of both defiance and impairment led the officer’s supervisor to overrule
Trudy’s threats. Usually, I am relieved when a lifelong torment like this has
been removed, but the enormous margin of error I have placed on my shoulders is
deadweight: now I am nothing left to lose, regardless of daddy’s scrambling.
Lousy timing, as it is weekend, and I am going to have to spend most of it
looking for a “place” where I will not have a coronary in terror, but this is
what the corporation’s hire of Trudy has done to me, and I have known the modus
operandi since 1994. This is a very long time to feel threatened, not even near
62 years of age. I know none of you wish to read anymore, so I shall stop, but
they were only victorious in wresting a notice from me due to my stupid,
misplaced faith in a very outdated Toshiba. I would give my crooked right elbow
to get my files open. I keep phone tagging Tom, with groan of burden. What time
I shall have to plug in, let alone write, in the near interval, is an
interesting question.
I am now officially homeless, and this after installing my LaserJet drivers on my own; temp shelter appreciated— Joanne M Marinelli (@Jozannyme) September 29, 2017
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