Somehow I feel like I have a lawsuit on my hands

After our wonderful wild night with the fire alarms, Mom endured another TIA.

Her first mini-stroke was five Septembers ago, after she fell in our wet stairwell and pulled something in her neck/head. I have the unpaid ER bill to prove it.

Evil Landlady 1 tossed her blonde hair and laughed at her.

This place has officially killed my mother.

And yet, when I told her I called six different condos this morning, she said she didn’t like any of them.

Because this is SO much better, apparently.

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