…..there wasn’t much she could do about the shitty situation at hand, therefore she just started crying. Crying like a big fuckin’ baby; yeah, that’s precisely what she did. Her hands were figuratively tied behind her back and the options she was facing amounted to absolutely nothing—ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING, I TELL YA!…..so what else is a sane person supposed to do in an impossible situation such as that? Huh?! Any suggestions?! Pertinent insights?! C’mon now, no better ideas from any of my learned, esteemed readers?! Well, okay then, don’t even consider passing judgment on this beleaguered damsel in distress if your wits are no more sophisticated than hers. So yeah, that’s right, it seems to be agreed upon amongst all of us…..I guess you just feel sorry for yourself and bawl your lungs out like a fuckin’ starving baby howling for a Nuk. Just feel horribly sorry for yourself and curse the gods above and the demons below and hope that somebody takes pity on you and maybe offers you an encouraging word and a helping hand to carry you through your time of suffering. It’s either that or go searching for the nearest gun holding at least one bullet in its chamber, and she wasn’t anywhere near the point of desperation where she felt like doing anything THAT stupid and THAT drastic. Ergo she cried on wailingly, lugubriously, interminably—no closer to a workable solution than before and with no end in sight to her abject despair.…..
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