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Today we went out to eat with his mother. His mother, the psychotic bitch; to put it kindly, and bluntly. The majority of the meal she was a melodramatic bitch. She started off in the car-ride. Adam drove us, because if he didn't, him and I would have arrived an hour earlier than her (it's really that bad.. at least close). Throughout the meal his mother was a melodramatic bitch. Her pre-operational reasoning for this was that her inherent idiotic nagging of a 'conversation' failed to stimulate the response either Adam or I would entertain. This was offensive to her. Later, after the meal (@ a buffet... a whole other entry of a rant in itself) Adam dropped me off (la mere still in the car) to go to her house and pick up some of his possessions from years past. The narrative after that can't be positive; and it wasn't. Basically, as I expected, (not to play a fortune-teller or anything) it turned out to be an absolute nightmare
Cost of the War in Iraq
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