She was a shrew and like the wicked witch of Oz she blazed through the sky with ugly smoke trails spelling out nasty threats, while her insults flew out of her mouth like winged monkeys grabbing at my heart, my brain, my courage...what a hag, an old nag, an old bag this women, my wife, my lover, my friend and enemy mine.
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