I think people believe I am weak. Please. That little studder of mine or occasional way-ward look is me, visualizing my hands wrapped around ur neck; obstructing ur air passage and imaging u gasping for life on the floor. :) Do not, even for 5 seconds think that I am incompetent or that I have a speech impediment. It is called composure. When u pull whatever comment to me out of ur rectum, I wanna come at ur neck like a rabid raccoon, ripping ur voicebox out of ur slithering throat. But no. I will studder a little bit, compose myself, and try to talk like a reasonable individual. Call me a backstabber?? Bitch please!!! Look at u with ur bitch assed..... ::insert blank look and tilt head:: Open mouth, "I'm sorry you feel that way."
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A Cubicle Queen
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