Racist Girl Vol. 10: The return

Look how goofy RD looks when he goes over to talk to that stupid bitch. She dresses like a skank, looks like a whore and most probably is one too... Skanky whore.

Oh shit, she's coming over here. Damn, damn, damn, it's like she has fucking psychic powers.

"Hey, hey, welcome back. Where have you been? We missed you." God, lying like this makes me feel sick in the stomach. I wish she had cancer and died. No wait, that's not nice. I wish she got knocked down by a cement truck and died. Ah, much better.

God look how she prances around like she owns this place. Look at her horrible legs. Fine, not so horrible legs, but she still looks cheap. Tramp!

What does RD see in that woman? She doesn't deserve him. She doesn't deserve anyone.

Oh my God, did she just bend over to pick up that pen. I swear I could practically hear RD's heart skip a beat and his underpants get tighter. Why does he like such a pompous bitch? How can he even stand to talk to her about her stupid ideals and who gives a flying fuck about current affairs. Stupid wars. Yep, wars are dumb.

If only there was someone who would tell her, straight to her face, what a dumb bitch she really is and how no one falls for her stupid fakeness. Well everybody except for RD that is. He deserves better.

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RG barely notices Retarded Woman (RW) as she makes some inane small talk. She knows that RW hates her guts, but that, unsurprisingly, does not keep her up at night. Not as much as what happened a week ago does. She drops her stupid pen again, damn that can be annoying.

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RD continues to stare at RG as she saunters through the office, barely acknowledging the warm and sometimes cold greetings. He tried to act nonchalant, but failed miserably when he started to sweat even though the A/C was turned up as cold as it could go. He can't believe she bent down to pick up that pen, doesn't she know everyone can see her G-String through her skirt.

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RW walks over to RD and makes small talk. How was your weekend? What did you do? Are you busy this week? What are your lunch plans? He responds automatically. Good. Not much. A bit. I got to work during lunch. She keeps on smiling, though you can see it crack a bit and her eyes look like she crying more than smiling. RD doesn't notice though. She will eventually cry, but that will be away from him and everyone else in the office.

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The office smells of cigarette smoke again.