The day is good. She is not. Therefore, I will pass on her and opt for the day ahead. Nothing too profound about this decision, is there? Fact is, it is one of the easiest I have ever been asked to make. Feminine wiles are treacherous things and oftentimes hard to resist, but not in this instance. She is bad news and that will never change. She was born bad to the bone and her skeleton has remained intact since that tragic day. But the day ahead is looking good and my outlook on life excepting her is positive, so I will be okay. Yes, I will be okay and promise to be a responsible steward over the life I have been gifted with so long as she remains apart from my orbit. Oh, and on a permanent basis too.
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