by Smitty
“Synechdoche.”
“YES!!!?!” her rant not even slightly paused by the rhetorical term. “I TELL YOU MY CHILDHOOD DREAM OF OWNING A THRESHOLD OPENING ONTO A BREATHTAKING VIEW, AND YOU BLOW MILLIONS OF DOLLARS ON THIS?”
“It seemed like a pretty good gag at the time.”
“YOU STUPID FOOL! I should force you to live here until you just die of exposure. For years I’ve tolerated your feeble attempts at making me happy. Now you’ve wasted so much money that I’m going to be forced to move into one of those high-rise Trump slums in New York City.”
“You said ‘die’?”
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Thanks, Darleen