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No Resemblance To Any Person Living Or Dead
She's doing her dream job but she's not very good at it. One of my mother's horses was the best that ever passed through her stables- It actually won races- so when it got hurt she fed it some extra special feed to make it fit to run in its next race and got fined £1,000 for doping. If her life were a Hollywood movie my mother's one remaining horse- the one that falls over fences- will suddenly develop an unsuspected talent and win the Grand National....
I try to like her because my mother does but I find her obsequious. She makes me think of wilted lettuce.
I try to like her because my mother does but I find her obsequious. She makes me think of wilted lettuce.