Intended for a mature audience:
***Darkened windows and an empty driveway somehow make my house look cramped and lonely. Kam must be out with dipshit Brock. Just wait till I get my hands on that piece of shit. A variety of news crews are spaced out on the block. I’m guessing that they haven’t all heard the big news of my “gift” yet. Thank God. A lone van is parked right next to the base of my driveway. Fuck, I hope they don’t know anything. A woman in a classy dress suit with perfect blonde hair and a tiny waist steps out. A Barbie doll reporter, how wonderfully cliché.
“Marketta!” She shouts as I step out of the cruiser.
Doing my best to ignore her, I put my head down as instructed and book it toward my front door. All I want to do is shed…
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