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Sixty-five

“No! Why don't you just cut off my toes all in the name of filing my nails,” Ellie scolded her servant who shook in fear as she held tightly to the nail file in her hand.

It was afternoon, one of the very points in the day Ellie's mood swings got the best of her. The next nine months we're probably going to be the worst days in the lives of the workers who tended to Ellie. One minute she's asking for a heavily prepared meal or a freshly haunted reindeer, the next she just wants water with sugar.

Even Gerald, her husband, had his own share of her daily tantrums.

Ellie scratched roughly through deep brown hair as she stuffed her fingers in the bowl of popcorn next to her. On her left was also a bowl full of sugar cubes and in front of her was the latest episode of her favourite series airing. And as carefully as Gabby was caring for Ellie's pedicure was the intensity of the latter's irritation with someone constantly tugging at her toes.

It had just been a few days ago when he found o
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