(Returning to the kitchen from changing Mary’s pant b/c she’d spilled coffee on her lap.)
B—Well, no more coffee for you!
M—What?! Why?!
B—Cause you just spilled your last cup on your lap.
M—I did not!
B—We just changed your pants because they were all wet!
M—I did not just change my pants!
B—Sometimes I wish these dogs could talk.
M—I guess you do!
B—I need some back-up—bad!
M—You feel bad? About it?
B—No, I don’t.
M—Doesn’t help, anyway.
B—No, not much.
M—Nobody cares anyway.
B—No, they don’t.
M—Nobody cares. (Boo hoo hoo!) Nobody cares about me!
(B cringing as her brain starts to feel like it's spinning inside her head.)
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