“You know what you’re like?” She looked around, desperate for inspiration.“You’re like that dog over there.”
“Are you calling me a bitch?”
She could feel her frustration growing at this friend who for years only called her when she needed a shoulder to cry on.
“What? That dog isn’t even female. What is it doing?”
“Chasing its own tail.”
She felt triumphant. “Exactly!”
A blank face looked back at her.
“You’re achieving nothing with Rich. Your actions are self defeating.”
“You’re right.”
She grinned. She had finally made her see sense.
“I’m not the bitch. You are.”
So close.
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