My haven has been infiltrated. My sacred place. My special nook. The only place in this city I go to when I need my peace and quiet. My headquarters where I schemed and studied for the best glories, and fuckups, of my postgrad school life. It is being robbed from me by a... by a pesky bitch who has brought her own army.
If there's such a thing as a bitch pest control agency, I would have called them days ago. But life isn't that easy and things will have to be settled civilly. Bummer. It will then just be a matter of tolerating each other's stenches. And he who tolerates best wins.
The war for this minute, but sentiment-charged, territory is on.
And like a boy who's being bullied for his lollipop, I will stand my ground.
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