I'm beginning to like you. At first you were just like
fucking an ordinary gal wandering around every cubicle in the office. Before, I discovered the meaning of hatred. But now, I'm into getting to know a witch/wizard to curse you down to death. Your thoughts were on a child. You're into kiddisms and petty fights then reconcile. Great acting, indeed! How about using it to earn some cash? But the face value doesn't jive so might as well forget it.
Bending your way down to every person's ear, you were consistent reporting about gossip, other people's history, whereabouts, and shits. I bet you're a chismis patroler or a paparazzi in your past life. Nice job huh, you've earned a lot of
idiot friends. You also got some way to befriend the nicest poor people and gathered foolish "yes master" fellow who will take "Amen" to every trash your saying. Now I must say, you got me... to kill you. This is your second life so take good care of it for another snatcher wouldn't mind taking your life..by the name of, Sows. Whahaha!
Now here's a motion picture for you.