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Jane wishes me to inform you that the sweats will be arriving tomorrow. Lucky for the mailman. When he did not bring the sweats yesterday, she said:
I'M ANGRY AT HIM
i wanted to come out to his little truck and make him drive to new york to get my sweats
i can hear his little truck milling around, and i want to shout i can make your truck sound worse!
Jane is going through a bully phase right now.