And there she stays, trying hard to hide the smarting hurt bestowed upon her like a slap, her poise countenance so subtly but clearly disturbed by the ground having been suddenly swept from beneath her - She has suddenly tasted her own medicine and try as she might to remain composed, she is flustered.
Yes - Ye-ES! Revenge is Sweet, is it not? I mentally lick my fingers and smack my lips. Our unspoken words a deafening silence - How does it feel being on the receiving end of the shit-stick for a change? How' ya like them apples?!
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