And they are still hustling me. So now, they are trying to switch me to a little girl.
See, this is me:
I am at the restaurant.
To my left, a little girl just sat down with her father. She wears the same colored hooded sweater. This is the work of who? I just do not know anymore. Fae, Angels or Satan because once again, I am still here. I think the enemy.
Can you see what I see?
And they want me to look up Hubris.