I'm too nice, really. I should work on being more harsh, selfish, or at least a little less selfless.
“Shit,” Paul curses under his breath as he tips over a jar of jelly. It joins the myriad of stains from cans of wet dog food and pre-made spaghetti sauce on the cabinets. The counters are no better off than the cabinets.
“Is it true that it used to be a shooting range?” Scott asked. Maud ground her teeth, what part of quiet did they not understand, she screamed in her head. "Yeah, back in the 1900s when guns were still legal,” Bob answered Scott, and all Maud’s hopes fell away. This topic wasn’t socially appropriate, but Maud felt curious about the room’s origins. She inclined her head to hear more rumors