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But it was still as a consequence of her own stupidity.
The situation evokes some measure of pity, but no genuine sympathy. And, because of goddamned Stella, I can't get a decently hot cup of coffee anywhere.
I also don't feel bad for the shithead who lost his fingers because he failed to follow the instructions for clearing clogged, wet grass from his lawnmower blade.
"Turn the fucking thing off" is not rocket science, nor is "don't stick your hand near the sharp thing."
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