You tried to steal them. Now you got a front row seat. You studied me like a blueprint, but you were wrong and you’ll never be the original ;). You can’t steal Danielle what you could never become, which was a mother to my kids, playing house with your retarded husband, you complain about so much. I’m so glad I don’t have to listen to that shit anymore. Now you can go spend your life explaining why this isn’t yours to your class and you’ll always still be losing. I hope you find yourself, outside of crying to your professor.