Dear shopping cart,
What were you doing hanging out behind my car? And why didn't you even attempt to move when you saw me backing up? You are inconsiderate.
Love,
Lynna
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This is just a look into the twisted diary that lives inside my head ranting (sometimes inappropriately) about objects that most likely are undeserving of my rage.
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