When I was born, I had two choices and only a few minutes to decide, so I had to do some fast-ass research about each option: 1. Get assigned to the prestigious Housewife Track; or 2. Become a psychopath and destroy all goodness in the world.
Housewife.
You serious? Wanna see me rocket-vomit?
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