You’re bitchin’, but you’re not a bitch

“What? Like you’re always doing to me?” Mary snapped back. She remembers her mother replying with venom: “This is my house. You better keep your thoughts and lies to yourself. You’re just a bitch who doesn’t know shit.”

Mary retreated to her bedroom.

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