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I feel pretty...

Have you ever met a vain or conceited person in your lifetime --- aside from yourself?

I did.

It was sad that I have to endure and hurt my legs standing just listening to her...because I have to.

What saddened me more was to hear her rant about the futility of the organ system, that she should be on top of their list because blah blah blah and she doesn't care about these (point with her lip) other people.

I always thought of myself being pretty and vain, but I can still back-off if it's called for --- for others.

Geez, I dread seeing her again.
G.

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