I'm inquiring as to why Margaret feels the need to continually bunk out at my house. Honestly, what the actual fuck? What about the fact that she's spent months trying to get a house of her own and she JUST finished moving all of her possessions from her small, cramped apartment to her brand new town house? If I were her, I'd be wanting to sleep there as opposed to MY FUCKING HOUSE. Get out. Please & thank you. I am so beyond fuming right about now, I'd say. Goodnight and pleasant dreams for all.
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