So don’t come in here acting like you matter. You left and took your high horse with you,” he takes another step in my direction. My throat constricts.He’s not finished, “And you show up here at my club thinking you can just waltz right in and have a say? No bitch

So don't come in here acting like you matter. You left and took your high horse with you,

So don’t come in here acting like you matter. You left and took your high horse with you,” he takes another step in my direction. My throat constricts.He’s not finished, “And you show up here at my club thinking you can just waltz right in and have a say? No bitch (Bink Cummings, The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 2)

Get me your manager.” Dove held her head high and tried to seem older and more self-assured. The teenager barely registered her request. “Do it now. My friend here is about to crap his pants. Do you want to smell it?” Dove slapped her hands down on the counter, snapping the life into the girl. “Do you want to smell his shit? – Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

Get me your manager.” Dove held her head high and tried to seem older and more self-assured. The teenager barely registered her request. “Do it now. My friend here is about to crap his pants. Do you want to smell it?” Dove slapped her hands down on the counter, snapping the life into the girl. “Do you want to smell his shit? - Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

Get me your manager.” Dove held her head high and tried to seem older and more self-assured. The teenager barely registered her request. “Do it now. My friend here is about to crap his pants. Do you want to smell it?” Dove slapped her hands down on the counter, snapping the life into the girl. “Do you want to smell his shit? – Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

It was the afternoon in the city of Orlando, Florida. Amid the hustle and bustle, the cafe next door to a strip mall played popular music out loud. Children and families with familiar cartoon characters on their shirts and hats walked past; vacationers took pictures of the palm trees and the ducks passing by, shouting, “Look! Florida ducks! – Sunshine Rodgers, This Is My Heaven

It was the afternoon in the city of Orlando, Florida. Amid the hustle and bustle, the cafe next door to a strip mall played popular music out loud. Children and families with familiar cartoon characters on their shirts and hats walked past; vacationers took pictures of the palm trees and the ducks passing by, shouting, “Look! Florida ducks! – Sunshine Rodgers, This Is My Heaven