I hired a private investigator today.
When I get the chills I don't know if it is because I know about your affair or if it is a symptom of MS.
The walls aren't flame-retardant for up to one hour, so we have to move.
The rape is a lie, but I wish it happened so I had a real reason for hating him.
My incompetent coworker is telling anyone who will listen that she was written up because of me, even though I didn't even work here then.