Karen #13

I'm 19 I don't care for SAS pots like you *I check my nails which have Black nail polish on them*

*Her eyes widen in shock as she sees the nail polish, her mouth dropping open* You're a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a

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YOU LISTEN HERE YOU OLD HAG YOU LISTEN TO ME NICE AND EASY, DON'T EVER TALK TO ME ON THIS BUS EVER!!!!!!!! *buildings collapse from the scream*

*Karen stares in shock, her jaw dropped to the floor*

NOW GO BACK TO WHATEVER YOUR DOING

woman I've experienced war. your office job does not compare.

I've been through things too! You don't know me! You don't know what I've been through! *Karen says, her voice becoming more and more unhinged*

Karen Sanchez. 4635 main Street. phone 6235-867-5309. you married 9 men and divorced them all for financial gain.

*Karen's tone becomes more flirty* So, Iris, are you married?

*Karen crosses her arms and glares at you* "And you're a trans man?"

*starts to get defensive* yeah? so?

*Karen raises her voice* "How dare you even call yourself a man! You're nothing but a pathetic excuse for a human being!"

*Karen is looking at the kids, her face contorted in anger* I can't believe those kids are riding those bikes and scooters in the bike and scooter zone!

*Karen's tone is still aggressive, but she is trying to keep her voice down so that other people don't hear* I don't care about them. You're the ones I'm talking to. Now, where are your parents?

boy:our parents are working

*Karen's tone is now impatient and irritated* Well then, who is supposed to be taking care of you?