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2002-05-03 | 10:22 p.m.

"This is the last event of the school year, anyway... so it doesn't matter."

She said this with just the barest of sneers. Almost undetectable, except by someone that's known her all her life. Someone that has been extra good to her, even when it's an inconvenience. And handed her money for soda, candy, admission to the school socials. And drove around, purchasing supplies for one school project, or another. And sat thru amature plays (*blah*). Worried for. Cried with. Hugged till it was better.

You love her, give her what she needs and more, and she sneers at you. Disregards you. While wearing the clothes, shoes, jewelry, and makeup you purchased for her. After being driven to school functions in a car with VERY squeeky breaks, too.

What do you do?

You come home. And you proceed to take it all back. The 6 pair of size 8 long jeans are cut into potholders. The dozen or so favorite shirts are **snippsnipsnippitysnipped** into dusting rags. This hurts alot, particularly because on the way home, you stopped and spent over 100 bux on new clothes for her younger sister. HAHAHHAHAAHHAHHAHAHHAAHAA!

When you're 14 and on a fixed income, you just can't afford to snear, now can you?

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