I forgot to remind my mind to forget that

I forgot to remind my mind to forget that I was in operation mind fuck. I didn't mind the fuck. it was the mind I didn't want to fuck with. I didn't want to fuck with the mindfuck

because the mindfuck was a mindfuck that would fuck up your mind. I don't need no more of that. I got enough mindgames to play on myself to worry about yours. You keep yours & I'll

deal with mine, kay?" I sighed looking the idiot standing before me dead in the eyes. I gave them a curt wave and walked away, I had a court case to win.

The fool attempted to chase after me. I turned on my heel and glared sharply. He stopped in his tracks, looking like a deer in headlights. "I'm a very busy woman," I snapped.

But the other person wouldn't have any of it and spat in the young boy's face.

The young boy wiped the spit from his face and fantasized briefly about punching the other person in the stomach, but gathered his wits and walked home. His mother asked him how

he was getting along with the other kids. He told her he wasn't sure how good he was getting along with them but that he was getting a lot of new ideas for stories. How well, she r

emembered, was she ever getting along with other people? It felt like ages! Smiling, Laughing, Talking to others without arguing, this was amazing! She never knew it was possible

! But then Donald stormed back into the room...and she reverted once again to Natasha Fatale.